"Ah..." Elana froze when she saw Adrian after ten days. Her breath caught, and her body wouldn't move.
They stood in the corridor leading to the common hall.
She had just finished lunch and was heading back when she suddenly came face-to-face with the person who had been on her mind nonstop.
Ever since the last incident, she hadn't spoken to him—not even once.
When she heard about the explosions and the ambush, she was terrified. But even that fear wasn't strong enough to push her to talk to him. She simply couldn't.
In class, she kept her head down, avoided eye contact, and never raised her hand. If he asked her something, she'd just shake her head, saying she didn't know.
She was ashamed—ashamed of the things she had said the last time they met. That guilt kept her away.
Adrian let out a soft sigh. He could read her clearly now—her nervousness, her self-doubt, the storm of emotions she was hiding.
He took a few steps forward and gently said,
