Steele sits in the cafeteria, it is already lunch time, his bag is in his room, his laptop is stored away, he has everything he needs now. The other two sit in front of him with open mouths just staring at him. They have not heard him speak in nearly forty-eight hours. They both blindly went to their classes the day before. After waking up in the library with him gone, to find Steele asleep in his bed, hugging a white envelope to himself, they tried hard not to disturb him.
They woke in the morning to find his bed empty and cold, nothing was taken, his laptop was just sitting on his desk unused. Griffin didn’t want to go, but Zero made him go to class. They have both been struggling to function. Zero has been sullen, withdrawn, his violet eyes have lost their lustre. His face has lost it
