Athena was sure the girlfriend being referred here wasn't her. She hadn't gone to college with Ewan. Who could this girlfriend be?
She turned to Ewan, her lashes fluttering weakly. He looked just as confused as everyone in the room, well, apart from Herbert.
Of course, they must have talked about it, bonded over whatever hatred they had for Ewan, Athena mused, jaw ticking, straining to remain awake.
She felt sleepy, but was afraid if the sleep haunting her eyelids were that of death. She tried to inhale, but it was getting tougher with each passing second.
Was she really going to die here? Was this the end of her story, her and Ewan's love story? Even though she was not a quitter, she found herself tending toward that line.
"What are you… talking about?"
Athena realized that she wasn't the only one going through the motions of weakness or death. Ewan's voice was now barely a whisper, and she knew it wasn't just for acting, or something like that. He was actually weak.
