The lights are blinding.I stumble through the crowd of dancing bodies moving in slow motion. The bass of the loud party music reverberates into my skull like a drilling machine. My ears are ringing, my heartbeat in my throat.I feel drunk. Maybe I am drunk.I blink back dark dots that cloud my vision and try to remember how I got here, where I am, and what is going on. I look around, squinting, but every face is a blur, every item faded and inconsistent like I’ve been pumped full of hallucinogens.It sounds like it’s raining outside.I whip my head around, searching for a window, but I can’t see any.“Come on, Bella!” Someone shouts over the music, and suddenly I’m being dragged by my arm towards what I can make out to be a stage. I try to pull away, but my body keeps moving. Around me people cheer, clap, and holler, adding to my disorientation.The music slows and the next second I’m on the stage, holding on to a bouquet of tulips like it’s a lifeline. I squint when the spotlight sh

As we walk into the dimly lit gallery of the museum, I am immediately struck by the grandeur of the space. A massive, ancient statue dominated the center of the room, surrounded by smaller pieces of art, artifacts, and relics from various ancient civilizations and moments in history.Bibah wanders off to a large mural on the far end and I make my way towards the towering statue, marveling at the intricate details and the skill of the artisans who had crafted it so many centuries ago. If I’m not wrong, the statue is that of Themis; greek goddess of justice and wisdom, judging from the scales she’s holding up, the sword in her other hand, and the blindfold. But what’s special about this statue is the little cherub perched oh her shoulder, wings extended, donning a blunt arrow and a curved bow, also blindfolded. I think of cupid. I think of the irony of how both justice and love are depicted blind.As I draw closer, I notice a group of my classmates gathered around, listening to a museum

“Are you sure we don’t need to call the doctor?” Mr. Ortega asks with concern, glancing at William and I through the rearview mirror before pulling his attention back to the road and slowing to a halt at a red light.Akio shakes his head. “I assure you there’s no need for that, Mr. Ortega. It’s just a mild fainting episode.” He lies, a small nervous laughter following. “I keep telling Ravenstone to take it easy on the workouts, but…” He trails off, shrugging.Mr. Ortega looks at us again through the rear view mirror like he isn’t quite satisfied with Akio’s assurance.“His workouts are really extreme.” I chirp in, interlacing my hands with William’s, and looking away from Mr. Ortega’s curious stare. Usually, I find it easy to lie, but this is a little different because Ravenstone’s secret is on the line. “But I’ll make certain he takes it easy from now on.”Mr. Ortega sighs, and turns a corner. “Well, if you both insist he’s okay.”Akio shoots me a grateful look through the side mirro

I blink awake.The room is quiet, dark. William’s arms are wrapped around me, his head buried in the crook of my neck. My cheek is squished against his bare, warm chest. I feel around underneath the sheets for my phone and check the time when I find it.It reads 1:13 am.When did we even get back? How long have I been asleep? My mind is groggy. I check my notifications and find a missed call from Bibah, a missed call from my mom, and texts from Bibah. I shoot her a brief reply that I’m okay, just been asleep.William’s arms tighten around me. He hums something in his sleep and snuggles closer.Well this is nice.This is very nice.But is it just me or is the room literally freezing? I squint in the dim light, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, searching for the heater that’s supposed to be working. It’s familiar hum is absent. Did William turn it off last night when I wasn’t here, or maybe we hadn’t even turned it on in the first place?I begin to untangle myself from William.He murm

I kick off my shoes and flop into bed with a loud sigh. I’ve already unpacked half of my suitcase, but going through the other half right now feels like it might take me fifteen years. I inhale my sheets and sigh again. “I never thought I’d miss it’s smell of laundry detergent and spilled French perfume.”Evin laughs at my comment, pausing from setting up her blank canvas ear the window as usual. She has just finished watering the plants, and although the windows are cracked open, the smell of wet earth and acrylic paint is still a bit heavy in the air. “Did you miss you bed that much?”I shake my head. “You have no idea.”A knock comes from the door and then it swings open the next second. I lift my head to see Wilma standing by the doorway in her usual school uniform, waving at Evin and then beaming at me. “Heyyy sis…” She leans on the doorway, wiggling her eyebrows at me then pausing and pointing to the pillow next to me. “You’re not… hiding a knife somewhere are you?”I get to my