Titania’s POV
The weekend had grown dull since the memorable encounter with Xavier and his group. The echoes of that event seemed to linger in my home, leaving me without energy, trapped by the relentless memories of my parents. The house itself seemed to droop under the weight of those memories. It was a haunting reminder of my own history, a history I wished I could escape. It was strange how returning to school seemed like a relief from the monotonous cycle of my own thoughts.
“Mindy,” a voice called, and turning, I saw her by my locker. I adjusted my book in place, ready to join her for lunch.
“Hey,” I replied, the shadow of that haunting past still present in my voice.
“What’s going on between you and Xavier’s group?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside. Min
