Three days had passed since Collins' birthday party, and both Hugo and Collins were still dealing with the emotional wreckage like two soldiers who had barely crawled away from a battlefield.
It wasn't that they were weak willed or not tough enough. It was simply that they had met a set of crazy girls above their levels!
They hadn't been able to survive with a bit of trauma from the incidents.
The air in their dorm room was heavy with the unspoken weight of their failures.
The once vibrant space, usually filled with their usual cocky banter and late-night laughter, now resembled a gloomy cave where the only sounds were sighs and the occasional curse word muttered under someone's breath.
The curses became even worse whenever Collins wanted to use the toilet or Hugo felt his jaw ache...
It had been truly tough times.