#Chapter 29: Drunk

Evelyn Logan hadn’t spoken to me in days. The silence should have been a relief. After all the tension, the arguments, the way his eyes used to follow me like a storm, I thought I’d finally be free of the weight of it all. I should’ve felt lighter, untethered. Instead, I felt hollowed out. It was like something vital had been stretched thin inside me, frayed at the edges, and was finally snapping. I couldn’t shake the memory of Emma’s cruel smirk and Logan’s lack of defense. The worst part of it all was that Emma was right: I didn’t belong here, not really. After I had stormed away from him in the medic’s wing, he had refused to look at me anymore when we passed each other in the halls. Even though I had told him I would be leaving, he didn’t try to stop or even ask where I’d go. Just… silence. Clean, cold, and final. I told myself that this was good. This was what I wanted. This distance was the closure we both needed. It would make my leaving all the easier. So why d