I remained silent, unable to voice the truth, the truth that felt like a secret I couldn't, or wouldn't, share. Why? I didn't know. It was a question that gnawed at me.
The teachers, accepting Aiden's explanation without question, finally began to attend to the students, transporting them to the infirmary. The situation, which had felt like an unsettling nightmare, slowly began to dissipate. The majority of the students, now observing the scene from a distance, slowly dispersed.
Aiden, on the other hand, remained completely uninterested in sharing anything further. He responded to the onlookers with the same stoic, guarded manner as he had before, offering no explanations or details.
By the time the cleanup was thoroughly completed, several first-year students from the classroom where the incident had occurred approached him repeatedly, their faces filled with gratitude. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they apologized and thanked Aiden sincerely.
