PART TEN

[Nowo's POV]

My windows are wide open as I sit down on my bed, currently lost in random thoughts. I can't forget what happened earlier while Helios and I were training.

I stare at the small cut on my right arm, reminiscing about how my best friend and Luna happily bonded. The tiny injury? I got it from Helios' sword; my mind's attention drifted to someone else when he moved his sword in my direction.

It's weird; there's a part of me wanting his sword to end up piercing through my chest to stop my heart from beating weirdly fast.

"Here, take this. Please don't do that again," Helios utters with a straight face, handing me a white cream from Arphen.

Lane suggested earlier that she would help me heal it, but I refused. I want the wound and my scars to remain on my skin, reminders of my clumsiness and dumbness.

Speaking of Lane, I wonder where she is.

"Nowo, are you listening to me?" he asks.

I suddenly come to my senses, but I had already forgotten what he said the moment he came near me