The next few days passed by in a blur. The week following their conversation at lunch had been mostly uneventful for the most part. Celine hadn't spoken to Damian since they had argued, not even acknowledging him completely throughout class when he sat down besides her.

Celine had woken up the following morning after what felt like years of nightmares, her heart pounding loudly against her rib cage as she struggled to catch her breath.

She had spent another hour running her fingers along the edges of the wound that littered her torso, trying to make sure there weren’t any more injuries underneath the bandages.

It seemed that nothing major...