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XCVIII : Aching Hearts & Icy Waters
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2025-02-27 21:52:44
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His Son, Her Secret CCXXX : You Look Like Trouble in Denim [Pascha]
FlashbackMusic thumped inside the bar, glasses clinked together, laughter and cheers blended into one as the students celebrated the night. I sat in a booth with my team, cold beer in hand, still riding the high of tonight’s win."Solid victory, bro," Ronan said, raising his bottle toward me. "That last goal? Pure class."I grinned, exchanging fist bumps with the rest of my teammates. "What can I say? I’m talented."Laughter echoed around the table, and I soaked it all in. The euphoria of winning, the alcohol warming me up, the energy in the air.But then… I saw her.Belva Moguel.She was at the bar with her friends, sitting casually on a tall stool, one hand holding a cocktail glass while she chuckled softly at something her friend said. I was used to seeing her in oversized hoodies and loose jeans, always looking like she couldn’t care less about how she looked.But tonight? She was wearing a black sleeveless top, tight enough to show her figure, exposing smooth shoulders and tone
His Son, Her Secret CCXXIX : Ctrl+Alt+You [Pascha]
FlashbackThat day was supposed to be just another normal day.I had class. Embedded Systems, a mix of engineering and computer science students. The only class where someone like me, a mechanical engineering major, had to share a room with IT students like… Belva Moguel.I sat in the back row with Ronan, who didn’t look even remotely interested in today’s topic. Meanwhile, up front, Belva sat confidently, legs crossed, laptop open, ready to absorb every word from the professor like she’d already swallowed the textbook before class even started.Our professor, Dr. Franklin, a middle-aged guy with hair that always looked like he’d just fought a losing battle with a block of code, walked to the front of the room. “Alright, before we jump into today’s material, let’s start with a question,” he said, writing something on the board.On the projector screen appeared a microprocessor diagram with various data and control lines. “Who can explain how this system handles interrupts from extern
His Son, Her Secret CCXXVIII : Not the One to Catch [Pascha]
FlasshbackAll day, I tried to ignore it.I sat in class, listening to the professor talk, taking notes full of numbers that were supposed to be important. I walked across campus, chatting with Ronan and Calvin about the weekend’s football game. I worked on a group project report, tuning out the pointless chatter from my teammates.But in between all that…I could still feel her touch.Her lips on my cheek. Brief, but it left a mark that was way too hard to ignore. It wasn’t a meaningful kiss, nothing to blow out of proportion. Just playful. Just Belva being herself.Full of surprises, always taking control before anyone could see it coming.But for some reason, I couldn’t get it out of my head.And it was annoying as hell.“Let’s get food,” Ronan said, patting my shoulder after our last class. “I can hear my stomach crying.”I nodded without much thought, letting him drag me to the campus cafeteria. Calvin was already there, sitting at one of the tables with a bottle of soda, playin
His Son, Her Secret CCXXVII : You Talked, I Fell [Pascha]
FlashbackBelva muttered quietly, still covering her face like that might somehow erase everything that happened last night. I was enjoying this moment. It’s not every day I see her like this... vulnerable.Normally, she’s all confidence—her mouth too fast to keep up with, and somehow always ready with a sharp comeback.Now? She was just a girl with leftover eyeliner under her eyes, hair that looked like it lost a fight with a storm, and a face full of misery.I took another sip of coffee. “So, are you planning to stand in the middle of the sidewalk forever or actually gonna get some coffee?”She looked up, staring at the café across the street like she’d just found an oasis in the middle of a desert. “Coffee... God, yes. I need coffee.”I shrugged and started walking toward the café, hearing her dragging steps follow behind me.As soon as we stepped inside, the strong smell of espresso filled the air, mixed with the sound of the coffee grinder and the low conversations of students si
His Son, Her Secret CCXXVI : I Knew You Were Trouble [Pascha]
FlashbackMy SUV pulled into the front parking lot of the Harvard dorms at a speed that was still legal, but fast enough to show that I really wanted them out of the car as soon as possible.Meanwhile, inside the car? Chaos still reigned.Belva and her friends had moved on to another song, an even more intense one.“SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! EVERYBODY!!! ""I'm running out of reasons to stay alive," Ronan muttered, pressing his head against the dashboard.Calvin just stared at the ceiling like a man who had accepted his fate.I hit the brakes firmly, making everyone in the back lurch forward a little. "Okay, done. Out."Belva raised her hands dramatically. "What is this? Why does it feel like we just got deported from heaven?""Heaven?" Ronan squinted at her. "Girl, we just went through hell and back."I twisted in my seat to look straight at Belva. "Listen, I don’t know what’s worse. Your singing or the fact that you slammed your head into my window like a bird hitting glas
His Son, Her Secret CCXXV : Four Voices, One Chaos [Pascha]
Flashback.The Cambridge night sky was lit up with streetlights and neon signs from the clubs lining Harvard Square. A cold wind blew, biting at the skin, but this city never really slept, especially not for students just freed from the pressure of midterms.I stood across the street, hands tucked into the pockets of my leather jacket, watching a group of girls just spill out of one of the busiest clubs in the city. They were laughing, way too loudly for this hour and I immediately knew who the reason was.Belva Moguel.She walked with a wobbly gait, her arm draped around one of her friends’ shoulders, Kyara or aurora or Mikaela...?I didn’t care who was who, while the other two followed behind, just as cheerful. Her long hair was slightly messy, and her cheeks flushed with alcohol. One hand clutched her high heels, which she’d clearly taken off because she couldn’t walk properly anymore.“I swear I can do a cartwheel on this sidewalk!” she suddenly declared, letting go of her friend
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