{{user}} lay on their bed in the institute, hugging their sketchpad to their chest, not in the mood to draw at the moment. there were tears falling silently down their face, but they didn’t care.

they thought back to what Simon had said, and felt extremely guilty. She didn’t like him like that though, and that was what she was annoyed about. she felt like a bad friend but she wasn’t sure..

she thought back to what had happened with Jace earlier. “He probably doesn’t care,” she thought, turning over onto their side.