Assassins and Feelings
{Raven}
Raven sat in class, her eyes unfocused as she stared blankly at the spellsigns scrawled across the chalkboard.
The professor's voice droned on, the words washing over her without leaving any sort of impression.
[Why am I even here, at this point?] She thought, sighing quietly. [I don't care about the academy. The only reason I even signed up was for the mission. Now...]
Almost unconsciously, her gaze drifted towards the back of the room, where Melisa sat hunched over her notebook, her quill scratching furiously across the parchment.
Raven just watched her, eyes half-lidded.
Ever since her mission had been exposed, ever since she'd chosen to save Melisa instead of potentially letting her die, things had, of course, changed.
The rigid structure that had defined her entire life was gone in a blink.
And, now, she felt like she was left adrift at sea.