LOGINCLARARowan. Suspended.The whispers spread faster than fire — the kind that didn’t need proof to burn everything down. By the time I got to school, everyone already had an opinion. Some pitied him. Most didn’t. They just wanted another story to chew on.I walked through the hallway, catching fragments of conversations I didn’t want to hear.“They said he forced her after the party.”“No way, I thought he was seeing Clara.”“Guess she didn’t know him that well.”Each word stung. It wasn’t just the gossip. It was the disbelief curling inside me, cold and poisonous. Rowan wasn’t like that. He couldn’t be. But the silence from him — the lack of any explanation — made everything feel uncertain.In the magazine room, the familiar hum of the computers usually brought comfort. Today, it only made the space feel hollow. I sat at my desk, staring at the blinking cursor on my screen, trying to focus on the draft I’d been editing for days.But all I could see was Rowan’s face — the way he’d smi
CALEBI hadn’t seen Clara smile in weeks.Not the polite one she gave Brenda when thanking her for tea, not the tight one she used on people she couldn’t stand. I meant the real one — the kind that made her eyes turn into two soft crescents.Now, whenever I passed her in the hallway, she walked as though I didn’t exist. And the worst part was that I deserved it.Elena’s laughter still echoed in my head sometimes — cruel, cutting, directed at Clara while I stood by and did nothing. Actually, worse than nothing. I’d laughed too. The memory burned like acid.Brenda brushed past me that morning with a tray of toast. “She’s in the kitchen,” she said in her usual brisk tone, not even looking at me. Everyone had taken Clara’s side.I lingered in the doorway, watching Clara stir something on the stove. She’d tied her hair up, strands escaping around her face. There was flour on her wrist and sunlight catching on her collarbone. I almost said her name, but my throat tightened.She noticed me b
CLARAWhile all of it was happening, I stood at a corner. Waiting. I would have gone into that office with them, but I didn't. Not when I wasn't a witness to anything. Aaron was, according to what they said. He was the right person to be there. “Rowan?” I called when everything looked like it was over, wondering at the same time what was about to—What was I saying? I wondered what had happened. Now, the person I was waiting for all this while, was on his way to my side. The look on his countenance told me a lot—more than a lot. I moped at him, not taking my face. Not for a moment. “Tell me what happened.” I took his hand when he caught up with me. “I know you didn't do it. You don't have to explain a thing to me, you know.” I managed a smile when our gazes met. “Let's go to a quiet place. I can skip my classes for today. Already did.” “Clara, I didn't do it.” Why did he act like he didn't hear what I said just now? Sighs threatened to escape from my mouth. “I believe you. I kno
ROWANWhat the fuck was happening? Why would she tell such a lie against me? In public, at that. I stood in an office. One that belonged to a teacher. The head teacher at that. We were waiting for him to make it here so that judgment could be passed. And I hoped deep down inside of me that the truth would be seen. I looked up from the ground, glanced at Elena. She was smiling. Only I could see it. What was she up to now? What did I do to deserve such an act from her? I asked myself this question, so many thoughts running around. Right inside of my head. “He's here—” Aaron, the accomplice, sounded and I looked to the door. Only to see it opening with two men walking into the space. One of them was the head teacher and the other was a man I knew I had seen once—long before my final year. Who was he? “Take a seat, sir.” The head teacher urged. Then the man took a seat and glanced at me. There was hate in his tone—in the way he looked at me. Even though he didn't speak, I could
AARONBefore the discharge of Clara, I was out of the clinic, staring at my watch, sweat pouring from my forehead. The AC in the clinic was fully working, but I knew that what I was supposed to do in the next few minutes, what I was about to do, in fact, was a great deal and a burden on me. That was the reason I was perspiring, the sweat of an extremely guilty man, a man who was about to do something that was out of the box. I went into the clinic one more time, where I saw Clara getting ready to remove the clinic uniform which was meant for patients. Knowing that this was my chance, I left the clinic, walking as fast as my legs could carry me. If there was anything, it was the fact that I didn't want Clara to know what I was doing. In all of this, she deserved to be innocent. She wasn't supposed to know the kind of man I was, or the extent at which I could go for her. That was supposed to be for my thoughts alone. Dumping the lab coat that I had worn when I entered the clinic,
AARON I stared at her in disbelief. I knew Clara very well. I also knew, even though I wasn't entirely sure that she was involved with a guy called Rowan. The Clara I knew saw me as a friend and nothing else. Women knew how to gatekeep their feelings, but with Clara, it was different. She was so open, so laid-back and inviting. That was what made me love her in the first place, that warmth and the way she seemed to welcome everyone into her life with open arms. It was a part of her I loved and cherished so much. “You can't make someone love you, Elena.”Elena shook her head at me firmly. “You see, that's where you're wrong. You can make someone love you. If only you have the right tools and materials to do so. If only you plan well, efficiently and effortlessly. You see, I have those tools, Aaron, and I know you'll love to know what those tools are.”My heart clattered in my chest again. How was it possible that Elena, who barely even knew me knew so much about me? I didn't tru







