Eric & RowenaEricMaybe my anger toward Rowena was misplaced—I realized that as she ran out of my room, clearly hiding the tears in her eyes. I knew I would have to apologize, of course, once things calmed down a bit.But part of me had a reason for pushing her away. Part of me, separate from the a
RowenaThe line stretched on endlessly ahead of me, a snaking queue of uneasy students and staff alike. My grip tightened reflexively around the strap of my satchel as I watched another cluster of students get ushered away by the grim-faced guards stationed at the checkpoint, their hazmat suits gleaming dully beneath the morning sun.An icy trickle of dread wormed its way down my spine. The girl in front of me had briefly mentioned something called ‘Wolf’s Fury’, but I
RowenaThe week passed in a blur of security checkpoints, disinfecting stations, and growing anxiety.By Wednesday, a knot of dread had taken up residence in my stomach. Talk about the ‘Wolf’s Fury’ virus was spreading faster than wildfire, and students were being pulled out of camp left and right—not just for quarantine if they showed even the mildest hint of symptoms, but also by concerned parents and guardians.
RowenaThe minutes seemed to tick by torturously slow, the flickering candle in the middle of the table slowly melting further and further down. I wasn’t sure how long it had been exactly, because part of me was too terrified to check the time, but I knew that he was late.He’ll be here any minute, I kept telling myself, shaking my leg nervously beneath the table. He did say he was running late, after all…
RowenaEric held the umbrella over my head, his jaw set hard beneath his skin.For several long moments, I just stared at him, watching as his eyes fixed themselves on the pavement between our feet. And for those moments, part of me wanted to tell him to leave me alone—to go to hell with his umbrella, to get out of my sight after the things he had said.
Eric“This Wolf’s Fury virus is spreading,” my father, leaning on his mahogany desk with his arms folded across his chest, said coolly. “Those who are searching for Rowena may intensify their search now.”My mother, who was standing by the window and watching as the gardener pruned the hedges outside, nodded in agreement. “I’d like to pull her out of school, but she simply refuses. I’d say the girl is as stubborn as you, Edward, if it weren
RowenaEvery little sound felt like it was amplified by a thousand as I sat in the library, hunched over my textbook. I had been reading the same page for what felt like forever, but each hushed whisper, each creak of the door opening, every buzz of the fly that had taken up residence around my table was deafening.Groaning softly under my breath, I clamped my hands over my ears in one last desperate attempt to focus. But it was no use; everything just felt so… distracting.
RowenaSo Eric was on the list.It shouldn’t have bothered me. I shouldn’t have had a care in the world about it. Eric was my brother and nothing more; anything that happened between us was just a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment brought about by his three years away from home. The distance between us had simply made us confused, and soon we would just look back on it and cringe.