SERAPHINA’S POV
Despite agreeing with Kamilla's logic about keeping my distance now that I've regained some semblance of freedom, I can't shake the heavy feeling that suddenly envelops my chest.
I manage to trudge my way back to my dorm—not the one I shared with Artemis in the boys' dormitory, though. The thought of facing the countless objects that would only etch his face deeper into my memory is unbearable right now.
Instead of wallowing in the past, I should be focusing on moving forward, trusting that he will be just fine.
Lost in thoughts that are still a jumbled mess, I don't even realize when I've arrived at my room.
Pushing the door open, I step inside. I expect to be greeted by dust that has settled on the walls and sheets, the byproducts of days of neglect.
However, as
