Chapter 39. Amid the Downpour

My hunger fled as I sat at the dinner table, surrounded by people who treated me with compassion and respect. Guilt gnawed at me for questioning their motives. I fought my thoughts and feelings in silence, attempting to maintain the appearance of contentment.

The chilly night air toyed with my hair as I stood outside, wrapped in a large brown coat, under the moonlight. My panic attack was taking hold, making it difficult to breathe even on the broad grass. I tried to divert my attention away from the overwhelming emotions, but the heaviness in my chest remained.

Amara approached me softly, sensing my pain. "Already missing Xavier?" she inquired softly.

I suppressed a shaky chuckle, tired of pretending to like Xavier. "I wonder if he still feels the same way about me as he used to," Logan's memories came back to me.

"Craving for your favorite person can drive you to the brink of madness," Amara said.

"I wonder why it has to be so difficult," I remarked,