BLURRED LINES
A fiercely independent and highly disciplined art student, known for her intense focus and guarded nature, is meticulously planning her final thesis exhibition – a project she sees as her only path to healing from a past betrayal that left her emotionally scarred.
Her carefully constructed world is upended when a plumbing disaster in the dorms forces her into a temporary, shared apartment with the university's star rugby captain.
He's a charismatic, powerful 'golden retriever' type, known for his easy charm and protective instincts, but also carries the weight of his own family's expectations.
Initially, she views him as a loud, distracting presence, leading to clashes over shared space and differing lifestyles. However, the rugby captain is 'immediately obsessed' with her quiet intensity and the raw emotion in her art.
He actively seeks to understand her, offering unwavering support and protection, especially when her past trauma threatens to derail her artistic process.
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Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY - SIX: SHE PAINTS HIM. (Olandria’s POV) Classes ended earlier than usual, but no one really left. The instructors had said it, ‘use the time to build something for your final project,’ and somehow, that had made everything feel heavier. Karl found me before I could disappear. “You’re coming with me,” she said, grabbing my wrist before I could argue. “I didn’t agree to anything,” I muttered, but I didn’t pull away. “You don’t have to,” she replied easily. “I already decided.” That should’ve annoyed me, but it didn’t. Maybe because thinking too much and being alone today felt like a bad idea. She gathered my equipment for painting, and carried my bag and followed her out. — We've never used the path behind the workshop since our arrival. I was excited to see what was hidden behind the trees and narrow path. It curved past the last building, down a narrow slope lined with overgrown grass and uneven stones, unti
Last Updated: 2026-05-02
Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: NO TRUST FUND (Ernest’s POV) Sleep didn’t come easily. It was the first time I’d been alone in a room. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, one arm folded under my head, the other resting over my chest like I was trying to keep something in place. The room was dim, shadows stretching across the walls in uneven shapes. Every now and then, headlights from outside slipped through the curtains and dragged light across the ceiling, then disappeared again. I should’ve been tired from the climb. But my body didn’t get the memo. My mind kept replaying it. The way Olandria fell. The way she said “I’m fine,” when she clearly wasn’t. The way she walked away from me like I was part of the problem. I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over my face. “…Great.” I turned onto my side, then onto my back again. The sheets felt too warm, too wrong, like they didn’t belong to me. And then, like it always did, my brain circled back to her. Olandria. The art room, the
Last Updated: 2026-04-29
Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY- FOUR: DO I LIKE HIM? (Olandria’s POV) I didn’t stop at my door. I slowed when I got there, my hand hovering just inches from the handle, but something in my chest tightened; sharp and immediate, like a warning I didn’t understand but still obeyed. The hallway felt too quiet, like if I stepped inside that room, everything from the last hour would follow me in and sit there, waiting. I dropped my hand, turned and kept walking. My ankle protested almost immediately, a dull, persistent ache that flared sharper when I misstepped, but I didn’t slow down. If anything, I walked faster, like movement alone could outrun whatever was building in my chest. It didn’t. Karl’s door came into view, slightly ajar at the top, a strip of warm light cutting into the hallway. I knocked once. The door swung open almost instantly. Karl blinked at me, mid-bite of something I couldn’t identify. “…That was aggressive.” I stepped inside without answering. The shift in air hit me immediatel
Last Updated: 2026-04-28
Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY- THREE : THE PECK (Ernest’s POV) Since I came to this workshop, I’d spent most of it behind a lens. Probably the longest stretch I’d ever gone without putting the camera down, and I didn’t mind it, because through the camera, things made sense again. A flicker of something unguarded before it disappeared. That was the part I liked, the part no one else seemed to notice. But even that hasn't been enough lately. Because the moment I lowered the camera, everything went back to being… complicated. Except… I glanced sideways. Olandria, walking beside me. She was focused on the path ahead like she was always measuring something no one else could see. With her, things didn’t blur. They didn’t stretch or distort to be more than they were. Something about her didn’t stay contained. It didn’t blur, didn’t soften into something I could ignore. It just… stayed, and I didn’t hate that. Only if she would be less guarded around me. “…You’re limping.” She didn’t look at me. “I’m walkin
Last Updated: 2026-04-27
Chapter: CHAPTER THIRTY- TWO: TOO LATE (Olandria’s POV) Dinner was loud like everyone had brought something back with them from the climb and didn’t know where else to put it except into conversation. Laughter came easier and complaints sounded less serious. Even the tiredness felt shared. Karl sat across from me, already halfway through her food, talking like she hadn’t spent the entire morning threatening to quit life. “I’m telling you,” she said, pointing her fork at me, “if I had died on that mountain, I would’ve haunted all of you. Specifically you.” “I didn’t force you to climb it,” I said. “You encouraged it,” she shot back. “Same thing.” I shook my head, pushing my food around my plate more than actually eating it. She noticed immediately. “You’re thinking,” she said. “I’m eating.” “You’re thinking while eating,” she corrected, narrowing her eyes. “Which
Last Updated: 2026-04-24
Chapter: THIRTY ONE: THE CLIMB (II) (Olandria’s POV) Pain shot up my ankle as I landed, sharp and sudden enough to pull a sound out of me before I could stop it. I froze where I was. The group heard my scream and slowed. “Olandria?” Karl yelled, rushing closer to me. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said automatically. I wasn’t. I pushed myself up anyway, testing my weight. The moment I did, the pain flared again, quick and undeniable. My breath hitched before I could hide it, Karl caught me just in time. Mrs. Toria moved immediately towards me. “That’s enough,” she said, voice calm but firm. “We’ll stop here.” “No!” The word cut through the air before I even realized who said it. Lydia. She stepped forward, arms crossed, with her expression sharp in a way that she didn’t bother hiding itself this time. “We can’t just stop the entire walk because someone wasn’t watching where they were going,” she said, glaring at me. “That defeats the whole point.” A few people no
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
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