로그인DONALDI woke up the next morning with a dull, throbbing headache that refused to let me stay still. It sat heavy behind my eyes, pulsing slowly like a warning I couldn’t ignore. I shifted on the bed, uncomfortable, trying to piece together how I even got there. The room felt unfamiliar for a moment, like I had been dropped into it without explanation. I shut my eyes again and exhaled deeply, hoping the darkness would settle the ache, but it didn’t.How did I get here?The question lingered, unanswered, until the memories began to crawl back in fragments. The drinks. The noise. The blur of voices. Then Zoey.I hissed under my breath as the pain spiked again. Of course. Zoey. She must have turned everything into a scene, just like she always did. I didn’t even need to be there to imagine it. The thought alone made my head pound harder.There was no way I was going for lectures today. My body felt too heavy, my mind too cluttered. Even the idea of sitting through a class felt exhausting
ZOEYI was still trying to process the way Donald had yelled at me. It wasn’t the first time he had warned me not to touch him, but this time it felt different. Ever since that village girl showed up, everything between us had changed. What used to be easy, effortless, almost predictable, had become strained and uncertain.He barely saw me anymore. When we were in the same room, it was like I didn’t even exist. Not a glance, not a word, nothing. At first, I thought I had done something wrong. I went over every conversation we had, every little moment, trying to figure out where I might have crossed a line. But the more I thought about it, the less it made sense. Donald had just… changed.And I hated that I couldn’t understand why.He was slumped over the bar stand, clearly wasted, his head resting against the polished surface. Even like that, he still looked annoyingly attractive. There was something about him that always pulled people in, something effortless and dangerous at the sam
DONALDDid she really mean everything she said. Was she serious about it. About us pretending like we were strangers. Like none of this ever existed. I stood there for a moment, trying to process it, trying to make sense of the sudden distance she had thrown between us like it was nothing. My eyes stayed on her even as she walked away, like I was waiting for her to turn back and say she did not mean it. She did not. She just kept walking.Something inside me snapped quietly, like a thin thread finally giving way after being stretched too far.The anger in me rose fast, hot and uncontrollable, settling deep in my chest until it felt like I could not breathe properly. I clenched my jaw, my hands tightening by my sides. I could feel it building, that dangerous edge where I could say something I would regret. So instead, I swallowed everything down, forced it back, and the only thing I managed to say was a short, tight “okay.”It felt empty leaving my mouth. It felt like surrender.She le
SARAHA lot has happened these past few days and I still cannot put a proper name to how I feel. Everything feels tangled inside me, like thoughts and emotions fighting for space in my chest. One minute I am fine, the next I feel uneasy for no clear reason. I keep telling myself to stay calm, to act like everything is normal, but deep down I know something has shifted. Even the air around me feels different.I used to think people exaggerated when they said the fear of someone powerful could control a whole environment, but now I understand it. Donald is not just any student. I never realized how popular he was among the girls until recently. It is almost suffocating. Everywhere I go, there are eyes on me. Some of them are curious, some judgmental, and others outright hostile. If it is not the constant stares, then it is the subtle threats hidden behind fake smiles and whispers that stop the moment I walk past.It makes me feel unsafe in a way I cannot openly admit. I keep wondering w
CALIAs I walked down the street, the tears would not stop. They kept falling no matter how many times I tried to wipe them away. My vision blurred, but I kept moving, one step after the other, like stopping would only make everything worse.What was happening to my life.Just a few hours ago, everything already felt heavy, confusing, exhausting. And now this.Edward.The doctor’s words kept echoing in my head, refusing to fade. I had gone there thinking it was the same thing we had been told before. Something manageable. Something we could work through.But this was different.Completely different.I had been so sure before. So certain that it was just a heart condition we could treat, something we could slowly get through together. But now it felt like the ground beneath me had shifted without warning.How did it get worse.How did it turn into something this serious without me even noticing.I felt lost. Completely lost.I didn’t even know what to do anymore.Everything was crashin
BRYANThe moment I got home, I didn’t bother stopping anywhere else. I went straight to my room, shutting the door behind me harder than I intended. The sound echoed slightly, but I didn’t care. My head was already filled with too many thoughts, all of them circling back to the same thing.Cali.I ran my hand through my hair, pacing slowly across the room. My jaw was tight, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides without me even noticing.How could she do that.How could she walk away from me like that and go after him.The image replayed in my mind again. Her standing there, choosing to follow Steve instead of me. Choosing him after everything.It didn’t sit right with me. It didn’t make sense.I scoffed quietly, shaking my head.And Steve.I let out a dry laugh, though there was nothing funny about it. He had stood there like he was ready to take on the world, like he was some kind of hero. And yet, it didn’t take much for him to fall. One hit and he was already struggling.S
BRYANAs I walked into the board meeting hall, the first thing that greeted me was silence. Every single face turned toward me at once. The shock on them was almost comical. Mouths slightly open. Eyes widened. Hands frozen halfway to their microphones.Danford looked the worst. The color drained fr
SARAHWhen I got home, the familiar scent of lavender and honey welcomed me, a comforting contrast to the chaotic energy of the college campus. The house felt unusually quiet, and when I stepped into the sitting room, I realized no one was around. The silence was peaceful, though it made the space
SARAHI woke up earlier than usual that morning. For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet settle into me before the day officially began. The air felt colder than the previous days, and I pulled the duvet closer to my chin before finally forcing myself to sit up
Bryan My car pulled out and i enterd the house followed but my friends. Jason seem to be the happiest person there, it has been long since he last saw Nina,and I think he has an eye on one of my maid. "Bryan" Hindley called and I stopped on my track. "what" is asked " isn't Mrs







