Christopher was reading the words on the pages, but he wasn't really taking them in.

Of course he'd already the book a thousand times- Twelfth Night was a classic! But he couldn't focus on the book. He felt too overwhelmed. The past week had been absolute madness, and it was pretty much all his fault. He allowed his legs to dangle from the tree branch he was sitting on, his barefeet hovering high above the lake. Why did he always have to go and be a huge idiot? He needed to work on that. More importantly, he needed to work on how to talk to Violet again. The way he'd behaved the other day really wasn't like him. He was mostly just surprised, and a little irritated with a certain redhead. He shouldn't have taken that out on Violet. Of course the rest of the week was completely his fault, being mad at Selina like he was. If anything he was more mad at her now, but yet he seemed to let go his anger. He didn't want it to consume him like depression consumed Elyon. He wanted to be at peace again.