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CHAPTER 71:Mimi’s Pov;I didn’t expect silence to hurt this much.Not the quiet kind that comes after shouting, or the awkward kind that hangs between two people who don’t know what to say. This was different. This was the kind of silence that sat in my chest and pressed down slowly, like it was waiting for me to crack.Frank hadn’t called.He hadn’t texted.And worse than all of that he hadn’t shown up.I sat on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest, laptop open but untouched, my fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard. Words have always come easily to me. Even when my heart was breaking, I could bleed onto the page and make sense of it later.Tonight, my head was empty. My chest was loud.I kept replaying the last thing he’d said to me.“I don’t want to be another choice, Mimi.”The memory of his voice low, tight, not angry but restrained made my throat burn. Frank's ang

Chapter 73; Don’t Look at Him Like ThatMimi’s PovBy the next morning, it felt like the entire campus already knew something had shifted, even though nothing had been said out loud.People looked longer.That was the first thing I noticed.Not the usual curious glances or whispers that faded once you walked past, but longer looks, like they were trying to confirm something they had already heard. A group of girls near the dorm entrance stopped talking the second I stepped outside, their eyes moving from me to my phone, like they were waiting to see if I would text him.I didn’t.Zara caught up to me halfway down the path, sliding her sunglasses up her head as she fell into step beside me.“Okay,” she said without greeting, “what did you do?”I frowned. “Good morning to you too.”“Don’t play with me,” she replied, nudging my arm. “You look like you didn’t sleep, and the campus is acting like so

Chapter 75; You Don’t Get to Touch HerMimi’s Pov Frank didn’t stop when he got close.He slowed, just enough to not look like he was rushing, but there was something deliberate in the way he walked toward us, like he had already decided what he was going to do before he even moved.Zara shifted slightly beside me, her attention moving between the two of us before she leaned closer to my ear.“I’m going to give you about five seconds before I pretend I have somewhere else to be,” she murmured.“You don’t have to…”“I do,” she cut in quietly. “Because whatever this is, it’s not a three-person conversation.”Before I could respond, she stepped back, giving Frank just enough space to stand directly in front of me. She didn’t go far though. She stayed close enough to watch, which somehow made it worse.Frank stopped a step away from me, his gaze steady, not bothering to acknowledge anyone else in the hallw

Chapter 77; You Were Never Second ChoiceMimi’s Pov I didn’t go back to class after that.I told myself it was because I needed time to think, but the truth was I didn’t trust myself to sit through another lecture pretending everything was normal when my head felt anything but.Instead, I walked across campus without a clear destination, following the quieter paths where fewer people passed and no one paid enough attention to ask questions. The air felt cooler than it had that morning, or maybe I just noticed it more now that everything inside me felt unsettled.Frank’s words kept circling back, not loudly, not aggressively, but in a way that didn’t let me push them aside.Pick one.It sounded simple when he said it, like it was something I should already know, like the answer was obvious and I was the only one refusing to see it.I slowed near the edge of the courtyard, watching a group of students sitting on the low wall, laughing over something on one of their phones. None of them

Chapter 79: When Everything Starts SlippingMimi’s PovBy the time I pushed open the lecture hall doors, I could already feel it.Not just the noise or the movement or the usual restless energy that came with a full class, but something else layered underneath it, something sharper, something that made people look up a second longer than normal before pretending they weren’t staring.I paused for half a second at the entrance, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder like I needed that small distraction before stepping in.Rows were already filling up, students leaning into conversations, phones out, notebooks open in ways that suggested half of them were not planning to write anything down anyway. A few people glanced up, then nudged the person beside them, and I saw the shift happen in real time as attention started to spread.I kept walking.Not too fast, not too slow, just steady enough to look like I belonged there and not like I was trying to escape something.The empty sea