I folded the last shirt and tucked it into my travel bag, pulling the drawstring tight.
The room looked bare now, no scattered papers, no weapons leaning against the wall, no personal touches that marked it as mine.
Just two beds, two desks, two empty wardrobes staring back at me with hollow indifference.
Kyle had left that morning, practically bouncing with excitement about seeing his family. He'd talked for twenty minutes straight about his mother's cooking and how his sister promised to spar with him.
Sira had departed the night before without much fanfare, just a nod and a "see you next semester" before disappearing into the darkness.
Tobias had awkwardly hugged everyone goodbye before his family's carriage had arrived, a fancy thing with the family crest emblazoned on the door.
I'd stayed behind, taking my time. No rush to get anywhere.
I looked around the room one final time, taking in the space that had been home for the past few months.
