I'm still trying to process what just happened.
The crowd's noise surrounds me—clapping, cheering, laughing—but it all sounds distant, muffled, like I'm hearing it from the bottom of a deep, dark pool. My heart is still racing, and my skin tingles, burning from where my fingertips brushed against Kaori's cheek.
It wasn't acting. Not for me.
And Kaori…
She wasn't acting either.
Was she?
I step off the stage, the lingering warmth of the spotlight fading from my skin like the last breath of summer twilight. The announcer's voice drifts through the humid night air, chattering about the next event, but the words slide past my ears like smoke. My gaze cuts through the sea of students, scanning for a flash of dark blue fabric or the familiar shimmer of her raven-black hair.
Kaori is gone.