Two weeks had passed, including the days he had been unconscious.
It had already been a week since he rejected Marinate, and since that day, he hadn't seen her.
Charlotte was the one who told him that Marinate hadn't stepped out of her room since that day.
Though her words were calm, there was a hint of worry hidden in her tone.
He couldn't help but feel uneasy.
A part of him wanted to go and check on her, to make sure she was alright.
But Charlotte had told him that Marinate just needed time to sort out her feelings, and that it would be better if he didn't face her yet.
He agreed, showing up in front of her now might only make things worse.
So, he stayed away, even though her absence lingered in his thoughts like a shadow he couldn't shake off.
Now, as he walked down the long corridor of the academy, his expression was distant and thoughtful.
The chatter of students around him faded into the background while his mind wandered elsewhere.
