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A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter 60
Stacey’s POV:The days had begun to blur into each other like watercolors bleeding on soaked paper. I no longer knew which day it was. It didn’t matter. Every day felt the same: quiet, grey, and heavy. I barely left my room, let alone the apartment.Chloe had tried everything to keep me tethered: chats, movies, food delivery, and scented candles. But the silence had grown on me. It had become this strange comfort I could hide in.The internet had moved on, I think. The trolls quieted down a little. My inbox was still flooded with judgment, and my name still trended from time to time, but the storm had passed. At least online. The wreckage, however, was still right here inside me.I sat by the window that afternoon after Chloe had left to go to the park with Tessa, legs folded on the couch, clutching a cold mug of tea. The sunlight pooled across the wooden floor like a soft sigh. It was peaceful. Not happy, not whole, just...still.Then I heard the knock.At first, I didn’t move. Noah
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty Nine
Stacey’s POV:I stopped counting the days since I was fired. Time blurred, hours leaking into each other like spilled ink. Sleep came and went. Appetite faded in and out. I barely left the couch most days, dressed in old hoodies, my hair in a loose, indifferent bun.But somehow, Noah always found his way in.Every day.Like clockwork.He’d knock gently around noon, even when I told him he didn’t have to come. He’d bring something—lunch, smoothies, flowers that slowly died in the corner because I couldn’t bring myself to change the water. Sometimes, he’d just show up with nothing but his smile and sit next to me in silence, our arms brushing.His presence was my only tether to the outside world. The only thing that didn’t feel cruel or twisted or poisoned.“I should be training,” he’d say, tossing his gym bag aside. “But Coach said I can't train angry. So I do the drills thinking about punching half of the internet.”I smiled once at that. A small one. But it was something.The finals
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty Eight
Stacey’s POV:They called me “slut professor.”At first, I thought it was just one cruel comment. A one-off. Someone trying to get a cheap laugh in a thread already bloated with judgment and jealousy.But then it stuck.Like gum on the bottom of a shoe.Like mold in the corners of a perfect home.And then it spread.I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing like a trapped bee, hundreds of notifications, each more venomous than the last. Hashtags trended:#SlutProfessor#PredatorInHeels#JusticeForNoahThe video had gone beyond the school now.It was on gossip blogs and on forums. On Twitter, TikTok, and YouTube. People who didn’t even know me had formed entire opinions, stitching my character together from a thirty-second video and a few dramatic captions.There were reaction videos. Commentaries. Think pieces.People debated whether I was a monster or just another pathetic woman “using her position for access to young flesh.” Some were worse. Graphic. Violent.They dissected my
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty Seven
Noah’s POV:The court still smelled like sweat, rubber soles, and victory.My jersey clung to me, damp and heavy, but I didn’t care. I’d done it. We’d done it. We freaking won.My teammates swarmed me, clapping my back, slapping my head, and screaming my name like I was some kind of legend. Coach yelled something about scouts watching and the game footage already going viral. It should’ve felt like the best moment of my life.But all I wanted was her.I scanned the stands again, but Stacey was already gone from her seat.My heart kicked. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the congratulations and the reporters trying to get a word. I had tunnel vision, every part of me moving toward where I needed to be.She kept her promise. She was there. I saw her.Now I needed to find her.The evening air slapped my face as I stepped out of the stadium tunnel, the crowd still buzzing behind me. Some people hung around the pavement, chatting, taking photos, and scrolling on their phones like they
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty Six
Stacey’s POV:The roar of the stadium was thunderous, echoing off the high ceilings and pulsing through the bleachers like a living heartbeat. Even from the upper tier, I could feel it vibrating in my chest, the electric buzz of adrenaline, tension, and pride.But I wasn’t listening to the noise.I was watching him.Noah Blake.Number 7.Tall. Focused. Commanding.He stood at the edge of the court, bouncing the ball once, twice, then handing it off to the ref. His face was all sharp lines and steel. No trace of the boy who kissed me with trembling fingers that night in the hospital hallway. No hint of the softness he showed when he whispered he wanted me by his side for this very moment.He was all athlete now. All fire and hunger.And he was magnificent.Around me, the whispers still lingered.“That’s her, yeah, the teacher.”“Ugh, I can’t believe she showed up.”“Shameless.”“She’s literally cheering for him? Like, get a grip.”I blocked them out.Let them talk.Let them gossip and
A Yearning Beyond Years Chapter Fifty Five
Stacey’s POV: The mirror caught my reflection as I slid in the last gold hoop earring. My lips were glossy, cheeks softly blushed, and the tight, crimson blouse I wore gave a confident illusion I was far from feeling. Chloe clapped from behind, holding my coat in one hand and a makeup brush like a wand in the other. “Damn, girl. If hotness was a sport, you’d be the one playing interstate,” she teased, tossing the coat over my shoulders. I laughed, smoothing my blouse. “It’s Noah’s big day. I need to look my best.” Chloe raised her brow. “Noah’s big day, but I feel like you’re the one scoring tonight.” I threw a pillow at her, and she ducked, still laughing. Everything felt light. Normal. Good. Until the buzz came. My phone lit up with a ping. A message. Nothing out of the ordinary. But something in my gut shifted when I saw the preview: “You’re disgusting!!” My fingers froze in midair. “What is it?” Chloe asked, noticing the sudden change in my expression. I didn’
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