'Hadyan.. is a ghost? That's what she meant, right? So, all this time, I like a supernatural creature? This is crazy! It makes no sense!'
Marya walked back towards the bus, which was just filled with a few students who were too tired to play around anymore. Her steps felt like floating in the air. She was still trying to process what she had just heard. Considering whether her two friends were still sane or not. Or maybe, she was the one who had gone mad! Could Hadyan's influence be that big on the cells in her brain?
"Marya!" She turned to Mark who called out to her. Then, responding only by lifting her chin as a symbol of 'What?'.
"Are you sick? Your face is so pale." Mark approached casually with his hands in his long pants pockets as if he was a very cool guy.
By shaking her head, Marya answered simply, "A little," in the hope that her friend would not bother her again.
