Shadow avoided me for weeks. He even switched seats in our class together so he could maintain his distance from me. I felt so empty without him near me—without his touch—and I just desperately wanted him back.
I missed him.
My body ached for his comfort—for his friendship—and my heart was swallowed in this dark pain that made me feel numb. The happiness I once felt when Shadow looked at me was gone. I no longer felt anything anymore except this brisk coldness that froze me into an empty tomb.
I felt so alone.
And sometimes, I felt this anger boil within my blood that spread like a wildfire.
“Did you dye your hair?" Hannah asked as I played with my food at lunch.
“Umm. Yeah. I was trying something new," I lied. The black tips on my hair never went away. I even tried to cut it off
