I returned to a moment that I vividly recalled in my mind.
It was sometime when I was still in middle school.
The classroom buzzed with the usual chaos of break time. Students clustered in groups, chattering about homework or weekend plans.
I sat at my desk, small and hunched, staring at the textbook I pretended to read.
My hands trembled slightly.
I knew what was coming.
Footsteps approached.
Multiple sets.
"Hey, Mesmer." A voice cut through the noise. It was sweet and mocking. "I have a fantastic idea—you should kill yourself!"
I looked up.
Erina Calstine stood before me, surrounded by six other students who wore matching grins.
Her blonde hair caught the fluorescent light, making her look almost angelic.
She wasn't.
At this point, I wondered if I truly traveled through time or this memory recollection was just more vivid than usual.
Either way, it seemed like I won't be able to return to Endia's Grave anytime soon.
