The walk back to the dorms was quiet.
No one said a word.
Their footsteps were soft against the stone floor, the hallways dimly lit, and the weight of everything that had happened still clung to them like a second skin.
But out of all of them, Keira felt it the most.
The silence wasn't just around her—it was inside her.
She kept her head down, hands clenched at her sides. The others didn't spare her a glance, but she could feel it anyway. The unspoken tension. The questions. The weight of her own thoughts pressing in from all directions.
And guilt.
A deep, choking guilt.
Because she knew she didn't have the right to act like a victim—not when Rin had been the one who suffered the most.
Not when he was the one lying in a hospital bed.
She thought about everything she'd done to him. The nasty rumors she helped spread. The cruel comments. The times she joined in when others mocked him—just to fit in, just to avoid being the target herself.
