For the next weeks, things between Sensei and I remained so-so. Before long, it was mid-november and CSATS was just seven days away.
Sensei rarely made an attempt to cross the well-defined line between us—the line I'd set. He'd come around every now and then, ask if I'd taken my medicine, bring meals, tag with the doctor he'd hired to check my progress and help with studying.
He didn't do more than that.
He didn't ruffle my hair, didn't poke my cheeks, didn't pinch my nose…
Didn't even call me stubborn.
It was as if he was there but at the same time, he wasn't.
I on the other hand channelled my focus into preparing for the CSATS. It was the only way I able to push aside thinking about Sensei.
I also spent time with Yeji.
When I'd resumed school, she'd come apologizing for making me go alone. Her eyes were red and puffy and it made me wonder for how long she'd been crying.
