The campus, once a vibrant tapestry of youthful exuberance, now felt like a gauntlet. Each corridor a whisper, every glance a judgment. Ava moved through it, a ghost in her own life, her head bowed, shoulders hunched, a silent apology in every step. The accusations, hurled like stones, had chipped away at her bright facade, leaving behind a raw, exposed surface. "Pretender," one voice hissed from a passing group. "Liar," another echoed, cutting sharper than any blade. The words clung to her, a shroud woven from shame and public condemnation. She felt their eyes, heavy and dissecting, following her, tearing at the remnants of her dignity. The weight of their scrutiny pressed down, pushing her deeper into herself, away from the light she once embodied.Her once-full cheeks hollowed, the vibrant spark in her eyes dimmed. Sleep offered no true escape, only restless tossing, haunted by phantom whispers and the image of Sophia’s shattered face, Mason’s bewildered pain. Food became
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