I huffed, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I tried to steady myself. My chest felt tight, and my thoughts spiralled uncontrollably in confusion.
What was that?
Whose memory was it?
Who was that blue-haired girl?
The image of her sharp, icy gaze lingered in my mind, sticking itself into my memory as if it had been etched by a burning Hatred? Love?. My hands trembled as I raked my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"Hey, are you okay?" Natasha's voice cut through the noise around me, and I looked up to see her standing a few feet away, her expression a mix of worry and confusion.
"I…" My voice faltered as I struggled to form words. "I'm fine."
"Fine? You screamed like someone stabbed you," Claire said bluntly, coming way closer to me. Her brow furrowed as she scanned me from head to toe. "What's going on, Austin?"
