Titania’s POV
As the week slowly progressed through its ordinary days, Xavier and his gang’s absence stood out noticeably. Their usual presence, a blend of confidence and playfulness, had vanished from the regular pattern of my life. I couldn’t help but wonder about where they were, imagining the intriguing escapades or mischievous adventures they might have gotten into. As the days went on, a sense of quiet uneasiness settled within me, a curiosity that couldn’t be ignored.
The bullet wound, a stubborn reminder of a recent conflict, was gradually healing. However, time wasn’t on my side, as a whole month of being unable to participate loomed ahead – a frustrating break from the fight I was eager to join. The frustration felt like a restless caged animal inside me, longing to be set free
