I sat on the bed, trying to drown out the deafening cheers emanating from outside. My mind was in turmoil, replaying the shocking revelation over and over. Could it be true? The mere thought sent a chill down my spine.
The door creaked open, and Poppy walked in. He glanced at me, his expression a mix of concern and uncertainty. After a moment's hesitation, he closed the door softly behind him and approached with cautious steps. I averted my gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the cityscape visible through the window.
"What's wrong?" His voice was gentle, filled with genuine concern. He knelt in front of me, his eyes searching mine for answers. For a moment, I wondered if he sensed my inner turmoil, my silent struggle to come to terms with the unsettling news.
"Nothing," I replied softly, my voice barely audible above the distant cheers. "Just tired. I thought I'd stay here for a while."
