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How could one evening have turned into a living nightmare? Peter murmured to himself as he ran a sweaty hand through his hair. Focusing in class had become one of Peter's least worries ever since you got hurt the other night. Not so much physically, more emotionally.
Peter felt like he was trapped within the many walls and windows of the classroom, the constant glances towards your seat which had remained empty for almost a week. He was becoming more desperate than impatient, and was beginning to crave your shadow moulding with his when he walked home in the evening. But for the past fourteen day's, he had only seen his own.
Clenching his fists together tightly, Peter took a deep breath. Fifteen more minutes, and his plan would be executed. He demanded to know what was wrong with you, and he wasn't about to give up until you were healed again.
