This is Part 2 of my fanfiction series! Make sure you read Part 1 first! If you're lazy, I'll include a summary of the key points at the beginning of this story so, technically, you can jump right in.
Seventh year. Eighteen years old. Once a dream c...
The song for this chapter is "the grudge" by Olivia Rodrigo.
My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge
And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough
And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream
How could anybody do the things you did so easily?
And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine
But you know I can't let it go
I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long
It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong.
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I avoid Sebastian for the rest of the evening like the plague. It's a sport, really. I have a feeling he's dying to say something every time he looks at me, but first of all, he never does, and second of all, I don't care.
At least, I tell that to myself.
In the common room, I fight the urge to watch him, Ominis and Anne. They're huddled on a couch together, chatting the night away, and the green-eyed monster in my chest is daring to poison me from the inside. I guess that's why they call it green-eyed. It's likely a very toxic, disgusting green colour. It's not the one of fresh grass but rather something chemical that'll kill you in seconds.
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I follow my ritual when the night comes, but I must ensure I don't look like an absolute psychopath. Imelda and Nerida haven't talked since dinner, and they both pretend to sleep when I sneak into the dorm. Anne, whose bed has been squeezed into the seventh-year dorms, is still reading and only smiles when I enter, but it's a weak and small one that I can hardly reciprocate.
I sit on my bed and scribble, pretending to write a letter to my family.
