The Ghosts We Carry

I stood there, feeling a strange heaviness in my chest as I watched Kairan leave without even looking back. I didn't understand why his behavior bothered me so much. Kairan was nothing to me- just a prince, just someone who was supposed to be distant. But for some reason, his coldness hurt more than I could explain.

It reminded me of that feeling when I lost someone who meant everything to me after my grandmother. The same hollow ache that echoed through me, the same sense of loss, yet I couldn't grasp why it felt so similar now. Shaking my head, I decided not to go to the library as I had planned. His scent would be all over the place, and the last thing I needed was to be surrounded by reminders of him.

As I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in my thoughts, I vaguely heard someone call my name, "Meredia." The voice was distant, and I didn't stop, just kept walking, trying to shake off this inexplicable sadness that clung to me.