Regret—a word that once felt foreign to me. I used to live without looking back, always focused on the future, my future... and Sofy's. Feeling low, feeling blue—those states never suited me, Gleren Stasis. And yet, here I am, feeling exactly that. Caught in a moment I can't shake, maybe it's the weight of choices I made without a second thought or the silent guilt that trails behind me.
If you've read the first volume, you'd know it's the latter.
Today, Saint Stella Academy feels different, strangely empty. The usual swarm of students is missing; laughter, whispers, the echo of voices—all replaced by a heavy stillness. It's to be expected, I suppose, after everything that happened. Yet, the silence is unsettling. For someone like me, with few friends to miss, maybe this calm fits. But that doesn't mean I don't feel the absence of that noise. So here I am, trying to distract myself from the guilt I can't quite shake.
