After having her heart beat to a pulp, Petunia ran back the way she came from with quick steps, covering her puffy face with an arm, never looking back. Only Eden remained in the empty hall, and the black sun closely watching him. Little by little, his smile faded. Then he, too, turned the opposite way. The sun's iris followed him until the end of the window. But Eden didn’t go home. He searched his way back to the boy's restroom, hurried to the mirror, planted his hands on the sink, letting his head hang heavy and hair block his view. Then, to look up and find a monster staring back at him through black hanging hair, bloodshot eyes. It shatters into a million grinning pieces with Eden forcefully jabbing his fist into the mirror, its blood raining down his hand, and Eden yells out, primall
