The room still vibrated with laughter, though no one was really laughing anymore. Voices clashed against each other, school bags snapped shut, chairs scraped across the floor. For me, everything was muffled, as if someone had pressed cotton into my ears. Only one sentence was clear, razor-sharp, as if it were written in neon above my head:
I don't want to lose you. Even if I lose everything else.
Fiona placed the notebook in my hands, so gently, as if it were fragile. "Breathe in," she said quietly. "Breathe out." She positioned herself between me and the door, where Vanessa was once again gliding down the hallway, her clique in tow. "Don't look at her. Look at me."
I nodded and only then noticed how my fingers trembled. "It was just... I simply wrote it down."
"You felt something and captured it." Fiona lifted her chin. "That's what people who feel do. The others..." Her gaze darted to the door. "...just make noise."
