“Immortality!” The words dripped from Cassandra’s lips as she explained her cause to Hugo. This was the passion, the desire, Cassandra had been known for all of her life; it would drive her, consume her, and- if the tone in her voice was any indication -she would not stop until the subject of it was hers.
My heart shattered with a single ambiguous text message.
I walked to my last class of the day on a crisp afternoon, the sun playing games with the clouds and the breeze teasing my hair. I went into the building and approached the staircase as my phone vibrated in my back pocket.