KEIRA’s POV

I sat in my seat, my mind wandering aimlessly as I stared at the empty podium at the front of the classroom. The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, the chatter and laughter of my classmates bouncing off the walls. It was unusual for the professor to be late, but no one seemed to care.

My thoughts turned to Clint and the words he had spoken me the night before. "We can't see each other anymore, Keira. It is over." The memory was like a knife pierced into my ...