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A week slipped by in the blink of an eye, and school finally began.

“Zinnia, when are you coming back?” Lydia asked over the phone.

Zinnia hadn’t shown up at the start of the new semester, making Lydia worried sick about her.

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“Lydia, I took leave and won’t be coming back for now.” Zinnia lowered her gaze out the window, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Can’t you come back anytime soon?” Lydia’s voice was laced with disappointment.

Zinnia had already been gone for two months. Lydia had expected to see her when the new semester started, only to find out she’d be away for two whole months.

“Yeah, I probably won’t be able to go back anytime soon,” Zinnia replied in a soft voice.

Nathan’s condition was deteriorating rapidly. There was no way Zinnia would leave his side.

Lydia said gently, “Zinnia, I made some homemade jerky for you. Can you send me your address? I’ve also put together some study materials. I’ll send them together.”

Zinnia had never revealed her whereabouts. Although Lydia could technically track her location, she would never use a GPS tracker without Zinnia’s consent.

Zinnia was about to refuse, but the mention of study materials made her press her lips together. “Alright.”

The moment Lydia received the address, her eyes lit up with joy.

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“Looks like your friends really miss you,” Yannis remarked as he walked in from outside, bowl in hand, just as Zinnia hung up the phone.

She’d already received several calls that morning–all of them asking when she’d return to school.

Seeing him enter, Zinnia walked over from the window and said, “Yannis, I don’t want to eat.”

When she saw him carrying a bowl, she instinctively took a step back in resistance.

“Just some apple cinnamon soup.” Yannis watched her recoil, letting out a sigh in his heart.

“No more soups, please,” Zinnia said, wrinkling her nose at the familiar sight.

These days, because she needed frequent blood draws, Yannis went out of his way to prepare all kinds of nutritious meals for Zinnia.

But after several days of the same thing, she just couldn’t stomach it anymore. She’d completely lost her appetite.

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a little now. I’ll make your favorite bacon for lunch,” Yannis coaxed, noticing her weary expression. He gently took her wrist and guided her to sit at

draws were taking their toll. Over time, Zinnia’s appetite

had to give

feel the effects–loss of appetite, dizziness, irritability, and

the seed hadn’t changed at all- other than sucking her blood. There wasn’t even the slightest hint

weak to even get out of bed, spending most of the

completely lost her appetite at

with a spoon,

head away, her hand unconsciously gripping

the petri dish had grown to the size of a walnut

mushy and yielding. This made Zinnia wonder if

if she tried to peel off its skin, she couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried—even with a knife—it was impossible to cut

usual, Zinnia peered into the microscope, going

care, she adjusted the focus, scrutinizing every minute detail inside the

damn change!” she

a surge of rage in her chest. “Useless piece of junk, I

barely able to stop herself from smashing it right

and there.

day it sucked her blood, but after some initial changes in those first two days, there had been absolutely no progress for a

over it now. Once Nathan is better,

her clenched hand. Her nails had

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blood marks were

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been gentle and mild–mannered, but now, with no solution in sight, she was growing increasingly restless–her emotions all over

watched her, deep worry clouding

avoid extreme emotional fluctuations. They could easily trigger

If it doesn’t sprout soon, I’m just

but Zinnia was still fuming–her voice

it.” Yannis handed the petri dish to Zinnia. The seed was indestructible anyway. If throwing it helped her

it!” Zinnia shoved the petri dish away in frustration and then roughly yanked

single hair would have

seed away. If something terrible happened because of it, she’d regret it for the rest

distress, Yannis swiftly grabbed a long–haired stuffed animal and pressed it

hands, Zinnia tore at it, pulling out clumps of

at it again and again. Her emotions were all over the place;

to spoon some soup into Zinnia’s

Zinnia saw the soup at her lips, her delicate brows knitted in protest, but in

at the stuffed animal again,