12
It was two weeks into the new semester, and Kat still felt numb inside, the same way she’d felt when Tristan had left her on Lizzy’s doorstep Christmas morning.
Numb and unable to breathe.
Unmoved, unfeeling, and with a drag to her steps, she barely got to her classes before the professors started their lectures. She was like a zombie. Kat walked straight from the dorm to her classrooms and back again. She only bothered to eat when the aching dull pit that formed in her stomach was too harsh to ignore. All around her the world seemed…faded. As though every bit of color and life had been drained from it. Nothing caught her eye; nothing made her heart race anymore.
She shivered as she stared out the classroom window, watching some of the other students throw snowballs at one another.
