RAZE.
After the incident in the classroom, I refused to leave my room all day. It felt like the universe was mocking me for daring to exist, for daring to breathe, because how else could it give me a boy as my mate.
How was that even possible? How did something like this happen to me?
Sleep refused to come even when it was time for my siesta. Books about dragon mates were scattered around the room.
I had read many of them lately because I truly believed I was close to meeting my mate, maybe at the end of the semester, maybe when I was ready. I never imagined it would happen this way.
I buried my face in my hands as I sat on the edge of the bed, my chest tight as I tried to think of what to do next, of how to undo something that already felt carved into my soul.
But no matter how hard I tried, his image kept pushing its way into my mind.
All I could see was him. No one else mattered, no one else existed, and that only made everything worse.
