Furuno
"Don't ask for any details. Just take it as it is".
Dahlia stops beside us, choking me with her perfume.
She slaps a flier into Karim's hands, winks at both of us and leaves.
I stare down at the paper distractedly in a bid to avoid his piercing gaze.
Whatever is going on is bigger than both of us, maybe even bigger than the school.
I'm still boiling from the realization that my predicament is a source of amusement to people.
The cult leader had been in the cafeteria earlier. She had been staring at me like she was watching for something - like she expected something to happen. Like she expected me to break.
"I understand your need for privacy - even respect it - but we are both out of our depths here. Swords and daggers won't get you out of whatever problem you got yourself into".
"That's exactly why there's no use telling you. Don't you think I know that?"
He winces, stepping backward.
I maintain a stoic expression
