Julian's POV; My alarm dragged me out of sleep at seven sharp. I rolled out of bed without thinking, feet hitting the cold floor, mind already sour at the thought of the day. My apartment was small, too close to the university and neat because I couldn’t stand clutter.Everything was where it should be: my skates by the door, textbooks stacked on the desk, a half-empty mug from last night’s tea on the counter.Okay, Maybe too neat. I made a quick breakfast, toast and eggs, nothing fancy. Coffee too, though I didn’t linger over it. Caffeine was fuel, not an experience.I pulled on jeans and a sweater and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Class first, then practice. That was my routine.Campus was buzzing like usual, groups of students clustered together, some rushing, some lounging. I kept to myself. My headphones were on but not playing anything, just giving people a reason to not talk to me.I walked straight to my classes, which were usually…..er….fine. They were boring, but
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