I don't remember my walk through campus back to my dorm room. I am numb; mentally, physically, spiritually. Within seconds of leaving Amedda Hall, the droning, repetitive thumping of my feet against the concrete lulls me into nothingness; the thirty degree wind is bitter against the thin cotton fabric that lines my arms, but I hardly notice it biting into my skin. Gooseflesh carpets my arms, but I don't register the shudders that rack my body against the freezing wind. Tears begin to freeze on my eyelashes. I blink them away, letting more tears follow.
I can't get the image out of my mind. The way he looked at me, taking me in as if I am an unfortunate but necessary casualty of a war he can't stop.
Someone who got caught in the line of fire.
Someone he wishes he could have spared, if th
