Last night, Coco didn't return to the dorm, leaving me with a gnawing worry that I could no longer ignore. Guided by a sense of decency, I decided to visit her at the infirmary. I had been advised to give her space until she felt prepared to rekindle our friendship, yet it seemed only polite to check on her well-being. Besides, she didn't have to face me if she wasn't ready.
As I approached the entrance of the dormitory, I was confronted by the piercing stares of my fellow residents. Valerie, her brow furrowed with concern, was striding purposefully toward me. The tension in the air was palpable. "Carol…" she drawled, her tone heavy with unspoken worries.
"It seems that you're in trouble," she remarked, and my heart began to pound, the sound echoing in my ears as I braced myself for whatever news she was about to deliver. I stood frozen, anxiety coursing through me, waiting for the storm to break.
