STELLA

The next day, at school, everything is quiet in my head. Too quiet. It's one of those days when I wake up with no desire to talk to, or see anyone.

I almost forgot about the hole in my chest for the past few days. Almost.

I feel him nearby. Viktor.

My eyes move of their own accord till I spot him. Looking like the beautiful storm he is.

When did I start seeing him as beautiful?. Right. A long time ago.

He doesn't speak to me the whole morning. I don't expect him to. He ...