เข้าสู่ระบบ~CAMILLA~I never thought I would find myself enjoying being friends with Steven so much, but here I am.My friendship with Steven has been going on for a little while now, and I can honestly say that I haven't enjoyed anyone's company this much in ages. He has somehow managed to become part of our little circle without making things awkward, and these days, he spends most of his time sitting with Esmeralda and me during lectures.Sometimes, he takes the seat beside me and spends the first ten minutes whispering ridiculous observations about our lecturers until I'm struggling to keep my laughter quiet. Other times, he sits between us and deliberately starts arguments about things he knows absolutely nothing about, just because he enjoys watching Esmeralda threaten to throw her notebook at his head.The man is a menace.An entertaining menace, unfortunately, and I have discovered that I rather like having him around.He is also surprisingly thoughtful beneath al
~LUCAS~I know Camilla is sitting in the lecture hall, but I make a deliberate effort not to look in her direction.It is harder than I expected.Since I began teaching at the University of Milan, I have learned to keep my attention on the students who need it, to explain my lessons clearly, and to maintain the professional distance expected of someone in my position. It shouldn't be difficult to treat Camilla the same way I treat everyone else, especially when that is precisely what I have been trying to achieve for the past few days.Yet, somehow, I am more aware of her presence when I am determined to ignore it.I know when she settles into her seat. I recognize the quiet movement of her belongings against the desk, and I can almost picture the expression on her face without turning around to confirm it. I have become so accustomed to paying attention to her that pretending not to notice her requires considerably more effort than I care to admit.I hate tha
~CAMILLA~My excitement lasts exactly five minutes into Mr. Lucas's lecture before I realize that something is terribly wrong.He hasn't looked at me once.Not when he walks into the lecture hall with his notes tucked beneath his arm, not when he greets the class, and not even when he begins explaining the topic we are supposed to cover today.His attention moves effortlessly from one student to another, but somehow, his eyes never settle on me for more than a fleeting second.At first, I convince myself that he simply hasn't noticed me yet. The lecture hall is crowded, and he has plenty of students to attend to, so it isn't as though he can spend the entire class looking in my direction.Besides, I am here to learn, not to demand his attention.I repeat that to myself several times, determined to concentrate on the lecture instead of behaving like a little girl waiting for her favorite person to notice her.Unfortunately, the more I try to ignore his behavior,
~CAMILLA~I have no idea what my professor has been talking about for the past twenty minutes.And judging by the number of times I have looked at the same page of my notebook without writing a single word, I doubt I could repeat even one sentence of his lecture if someone offered me a million euros.My attention is supposed to be on the discussion about psychological development, but my mind keeps drifting back to one particular person who seems determined to make me question everything I thought I understood about him.Mr. Lucas.I don't understand what happened to us.At first, I convinced myself that his sudden change in behavior was only temporary, that perhaps I had made him uncomfortable by asking about his mother, and that he would be back to his usual self before our next tutoring session. I even spent the days afterward carefully thinking about our conversation, wondering whether I had asked the question too casually or whether my curiosity had made h
~ LUCAS~I should have changed the subject the moment Camilla asked about my mother, but instead, I allowed the conversation to linger long enough to remind me how dangerously comfortable I have become around her.But that ends today, even though I have a lot of things pushing to come out of my throat.I clear my throat and open another file in front of me, deliberately shifting my attention to the lesson we are supposed to be having."All right," I say, opening each page. "We've spent enough time talking. Let's get back to criminal psychology. Where did we stop during our last lesson?”"All right, we have spent enough time talking about everything except your studies. Let's get back to criminal psychology. Where did we stop during our last lesson?"Camilla blinks at the sudden change of subject before glancing at the notes beside her."At the part about behavioral patterns and how psychologists use them to understand criminal behavior," she answers, apparently
~LUCAS~"I don't have any picture of my mother, Camilla."The moment the words leave my mouth, something inside my chest tightens painfully, and I find myself staring at the bowl of ice cream in front of me because looking at her feels strangely difficult. I had not expected her question to affect me this much, especially when I have spent years convincing myself that I have made peace with everything that happened.But the truth is that I have never really made peace with it.I have simply learned how to live without bringing it up.I lost my mother when I was still little, too young to understand why the people who were supposed to protect us could become the very reason our lives fell apart. So many years have passed since then that I sometimes struggle to remember the smallest details about her, and the possibility that I might eventually forget her face completely frightens me more than I would ever admit to anyone.I try to picture her now, sitting acr
~ELENA~Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.Riccard
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
~NICO~The moment my fist connects with Alessandro’s jaw, the sound is louder than I expect. A sharp crack that silences even the shrieks around us.He stumbles, spits blood, and collapses onto the floor.The crowd roars….half in shock, half in awe. Phones are out, cap







