“Say something, Harold. Is Nathan okay?” I asked with a raised voice, snapping him back from whatever world that he was in. Tristan did not press further instead he drove faster so that we could get to Nate quickly in case of any danger or emergency.
“Many students were wounded but I was not informed about Nathan. Hopefully, he is alright.” Harold finally spoke up but I was not relieved yet. Even though Nathan and I hardly got along, I would never wish for any harm to come near him.
“He will be fine.” I convinced myself while trying to remove every negative thought from my head. Harold’s face dropped in sadness and I wondered why, “This is all my fault.”
“How? Why would you say that?” I asked him while Tristan was still focused on the road. “If only I had presented myself to the monster
