C53 More Than Puzzled
David’s P.O.V.
Two months had passed, and yet, we were still living in the same scenario. Helena kept on doing her different walkout stunts whenever I tried to approach her. It felt like we came back to what we were last year—right after she transferred to our school.
Now, it felt like we were just strangers as we had been before. A rapid pang of pain had struck my chest at the thought