“W-what do you mean?” One of them pulled my trembling hand down, clutching onto it in a calming gesture. I look down at my friend. Her eyes searched mine, and the tension in the room rose with my very own anticipation as to why they were not acting like I thought they should be: hating me.
They should hate me right now because of whatever Violet told them while I was away, yet they’re holding my hand and looking at me with a worried expression.
“Are you okay, Morana?” I turned to my other friend, sitting on another couch. My ragged breaths gradually made its way into a calmer and slower pace. My knees gave in. I sank back to the cushion, placing my elbows on each side of my knees as I tried to take hold of my sanity.
Violet’s arrival — no, Violet herself was slowly turning me insane.
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