Chapter Sixty-Three: Past Feelings

Sophia's POV

CRYSTAL UNIVERSITY

“Now, let’s move on to the next topic. Who can tell me the concept of Art Therapy?” the lecturer asked, clicking to the next slide on the projector screen. The faint hum of the ceiling fan swirled through the lecture hall, mingling with the scratching sounds of pens and the quiet tapping of laptop keys.

I shifted in my seat, trying to stay focused, but it was nearly impossible with the prickling sensation on the back of my neck—the distinct feeling that someone was watching me.

I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

Conrad.

He was sitting just a few rows behind me, and from the corner of my eye, I could tell he kept sneaking glances at me. It was subtle, but persistent. Every few seconds, I felt his eyes on me again.

Conrad.

The name alone stirred a rush of emotions—some sweet, some embarrassing, and a few too painful to name. He was the boy I had crushed on since my first year at Crystal University. The one who had helped me find the fa