It was the second day since Edna's death.
Night had fallen, but I couldn't shake the emptiness left behind. The others seemed to sleep easily, as if nothing had happened—as if she had never been here at all.
"Better rest up! We need to up our numbers! Tomorrow's the last day!" a fairy called to another.
Doverel still hadn't spoken to me. I watched her greet Gervan and Lucien goodnight.
Since when had they become so close?
Oh, wait—never mind. Of course. They were the top scorers, just behind her.
Soon, all the Love Fairies were asleep. All except me.
I sat up, glancing toward the bed in the farthest corner—Edna's bed.
Was I the only one who noticed the empty space?
Maybe I was. Because all anyone talked about was numbers. Not a single person had mentioned her since that day. How could they just forget?
It wasn't just the silence—it was how it settled. Like her name had become something shameful. Something erased.
