It was past seven when she returned to the dorm, her footsteps tediously fatigued, completely devoid of the desire for any further interaction.
After the evening of bowling with the girls, she waved a tired goodbye to Isabelle and headed straight to her room.
Despite Lilith's absence since the library incident, a simmering irritation clung to her, refusing to dissipate. She couldn't pinpoint why. The usual excitement that should have come from spending time with everyone alone by herself, left behind a nullification of restlessness.
Frustration bubbled beneath her skin, a surge of inexplicable anger intertwined with a web of dawdling paradoxes. Why was she so restless? Why couldn't she calm down? What was it that haunted her consistently? She exhaled a breath and opened the door. Her eyes fell upon the figure sitting on the edge of her bed.
