Faint argumentative voices woke Luiza up from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, but she continued to daze instead of getting up.
'Life is a story, and chapters are parts of a life,' she recalled, which she read in a book. If her life were a story, then perhaps it would have been very jumbled. She had only been in Evermore for less than a month, and too many events had piled up; every phase felt rushed, and she could barely process her emotions.
'I am supposed to be sad' Her cognitions were opposite to her true feelings. 'Is it wrong that I am not sad?' It concerned her greatly after all; she could not make up with her very first friend.
She could not ensure the safety of those girls who were about to be sacrificed, and most certainly she had not found many clues regarding her mother's murderer; like the deceiver she was, she continued to be happy and not think too much.
