92. Wallace

Several weeks had passed. Despite attempts to restore normalcy, a deep sense of loneliness lingered, a shadow that accompanied me on my daily commute from the academy to school.

At the academy, laughter and conversation flowed around me, but I felt isolated in the midst of the crowd.

The loneliness intensified on the drive to school. The cityscape was passing in front of my eyes, but my mind was immersed in melancholic thoughts. I watched the people around me, wondering if anyone else felt this sense of unease, this emptiness that seemed to have settled in the very core of my being.

Emotional distance was reflected in my daily interactions, and though I smiled and responded to greetings, genuine connection faded like a distant echo. Loneliness, like an invisible specter, hovered over me, defying any attempt at escape.