35 - The fear of losing the one you love

«Why do guys always have to be so complicated?! Ugh!» Ginevra exclaims, her face a mix of anger and nervousness as she lies on her stomach on my bunk, pounding the pillow with her fist and kicking her legs restlessly.

She and Luke had an argument just before dinner—those two argue one day, and the next as well—which is why she came to my room, probably—no, definitely—to vent.

Did she take me for her bestie or something?! Then again, to be honest, I didn't even understand why they were fighting. Or rather, I did—Luke forgot to wish her a happy eighteenth birthday—but Ginevra's reaction feels a bit overblown and out of place to me.

«Honestly, you women are the real mystery...» I reply, my voice carrying a mix of resignation, contemplation, and unease as my gaze drifts to the small window, overlooking the endless stretch of sand and rocks surrounding the Lunae Novae dormitory.