I found myself peering from the corners of the hallways. Searching for any sign of her, a bow with a vivid hue, her peculiar yet lovely voice… and then I'd march out of my hiding spot and into a new one, the dark corners.

“Is it just me or is it always freezing here--”

“Bring a jacket next time, smart one--”

“Did you hear about Quinn?--”

My ears perked up at the familiar word. I kept listening, gossips I had gotten long use to but this… this was more than that, almost familiar.

Painfully familiar.