Chapitre 169: EPILOGUE

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"How long does this even take?"

"Dude. It is written in bold. Three fucking minutes, can't you wait?"

Ophelia stood outside the bathroom of her apartment, one that was close to her university campus but also at a short distance to her publishing house. 

Luna stood a few steps away from her, focusing on the white stick.

Ophelia sighed and tried to inhale another deep breath. 

Three minutes, she could wait that long, she thought

Yeah she could wai-

"How many minutes has it bee-" she stops speaking when Luna shoots her a 'don't mess with me' look. 

Ophelia had taken off a day from her classes that morning. This had been bothering her from a week. 

She couldn't sleep. 

She couldn't study about psychopathology and how stress affected one's mental health. 

She especially couldn't face Xavier. 

She couldn't even bare to look him in the eyes.