Evaline:
It was only my third week at the Silver Moon, and the library had already became my haven. It was my most favorite place - a quiet space carved out of the chaos where my thoughts could breathe, where the weight of expectations didn't press quite so heavily on my shoulders.
And today, it felt like my only escape.
It had been two days since I came across Celeste, and while I wasn't feeling threatened, I still couldn't entirely remove her and her words from my thoughts. Her veiled threats were still clinging to me like cobwebs I couldn't shake off.
The whispers in the hallways had also grown sharper since many noticed our confrontation and took the initiative to presume that I was someone who could be turned into their newest prey.
The accusations were laced in honeyed tones and venomous smiles. My desk in the classroom was even defaced with mocking words etched faintly in pencil. Nothing bold. Nothing direct. Just subtle enough to make me feel like prey.
