A/N: I’M SO FREAKING FRUSTRATED. I accidentally deleted Everdawn in my files and I cannot retrieve it forever! Good thing I already published everything I have so far here. I’ll be more careful in the future.
I’m sorry for leaving you guys behind again for almost two months. Things just got busier in school, and I’m doing my best to find time and motivation to write. Again, I won’t be discontinuing Everdawn.
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THE COLD WINTER BREEZE blew through the windows of the headquarters and into the dining hall where all of the Golden Dawn members gathered for breakfast. Solene and the others particularly felt their skin freeze and their breaths hitch as the air got heavy like they were trapped inside an ice cage with nothing but ice blasting towards them.
But they did not glance at one ice magic user, who was currently sitting with them as well—no.
Solene and the rest of the squad were eyeing two people sitting at both ends of a table, busy eating breakfast like it was the most natural thing to do in the world, as if they didn’t care about their surroundings, painfully unaware of the growing tension that threatened to choke every neck of the people present.
Letoile was quiet as usual. She was never the type to hang out and talk to other people. She wasn't the social butterfly that spread her wings as wide as David always did. But right there, she was distant, dismissive of any advances her friends made to her.
“What's up with these two today? David is not pestering Letoile like usual. And she seemed…colder? I'm not sure I'm liking this atmosphere,” Klaus said, scooting close to Mimosa.
The members exchanged a mixture of confused and concerned glances. Though Solene, Sophia, and Mimosa knew too well what had happened.
Letoile had rejected David’s confession the night before, so now he was heartbroken. Dejected. His eyes seemed hollow like a deep hole, a shade darker than its usual hue. His golden hair looked paler, as if the snow fell and covered its strands. Even his skin looked more grayish than tan, as if he was personifying dullness and gloom.
