Chapter 60

• Something Different
• Olivia Fernandes
• The wind cut against my face, carrying with it the weight of recent events. I felt the movement of my damp, cold hair whipping around me as my wet clothes began to dry with the rush of the wind. Clinging to Zayn’s waist, my thoughts still circled around Dante, but something about being there, so far from campus, so distant from my familiar reality, gave me an almost strange sense of safety.