Markus stayed in bed for a while longer, trying to calm down. He felt like a total failure, he couldn’t even make a friend. How hard could it be? Apparently very.
He got out of bed finally, though he didn’t feel like doing anything. But he got dressed carefully, trying to make sure his clothes looked alright, even though he couldn’t see it properly. He brushed his hair and combed it back as neat as possible, washing his face. He had no idea where Anti might have gone, but he didn’t have time to search.
He was skipping breakfast, not feeling like eating, and instead went to the study, where his teacher was waiting.
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