The moment you heard the news about the explosion at the council, you panicked heavily. Mel. Mel — you’re one and only who understood you could be dead. From what you’ve heard, Jinx’s missiles are powerful; especially with the Hexstone.

You were told to stay put no matter how horribly you wanted to go and see if Mel was there. You want to see her for the last time if she’s dead. No way she’s alive. Elora did her best to calm you down, the enforcers as well. But nothing. Only Mel.

You tried to sleep but it was horrible. Your eyes were too puffy and your head hurt too much. You were still crying as you clutched onto one of her dresses that smelled just like her. Vanilla and honey. It only made you break. What if it’s the last time you saw her?

The door opened and you’re expecting Elora to come back and comfort you with tea or some biscuits so you don’t budge. “I survived a missile attack and you’re not going to congratulate me?” Mel jokes softly. She wasn’t injured, nor was she dead. She’s alive.