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(Olandria’s POV) Dinner was loud like everyone had brought something back with them from the climb and didn’t know where else to put it except into conversation. Laughter came easier and complaints sounded less serious. Even the tiredness felt shared. Karl sat across from me, already halfway through her food, talking like she hadn’t spent the entire morning threatening to quit life. “I’m telling you,” she said, pointing her fork at me, “if I had died on that mountain, I would’ve haunted all of you. Specifically you.” “I didn’t force you to climb it,” I said. “You encouraged it,” she shot back. “Same thing.” I shook my head, pushing my food around my plate more than actually eating it. She noticed immediately. “You’re thinking,” she said. “I’m eating.” “You’re thinking while eating,” she corrected, narrowing her eyes. “Which

(Olandria’s POV) I didn’t stop at my door. I slowed when I got there, my hand hovering just inches from the handle, but something in my chest tightened; sharp and immediate, like a warning I didn’t understand but still obeyed. The hallway felt too quiet, like if I stepped inside that room, everything from the last hour would follow me in and sit there, waiting. I dropped my hand, turned and kept walking. My ankle protested almost immediately, a dull, persistent ache that flared sharper when I misstepped, but I didn’t slow down. If anything, I walked faster, like movement alone could outrun whatever was building in my chest. It didn’t. Karl’s door came into view, slightly ajar at the top, a strip of warm light cutting into the hallway. I knocked once. The door swung open almost instantly. Karl blinked at me, mid-bite of something I couldn’t identify. “…That was aggressive.” I stepped inside without answering. The shift in air hit me immediatel

(Olandria’s POV) Classes ended earlier than usual, but no one really left. The instructors had said it, ‘use the time to build something for your final project,’ and somehow, that had made everything feel heavier. Karl found me before I could disappear. “You’re coming with me,” she said, grabbing my wrist before I could argue. “I didn’t agree to anything,” I muttered, but I didn’t pull away. “You don’t have to,” she replied easily. “I already decided.” That should’ve annoyed me, but it didn’t. Maybe because thinking too much and being alone today felt like a bad idea. She gathered my equipment for painting, and carried my bag and followed her out. — We've never used the path behind the workshop since our arrival. I was excited to see what was hidden behind the trees and narrow path. It curved past the last building, down a narrow slope lined with overgrown grass and uneven stones, unti

The room was empty when I entered. That somehow, that disappointed me immediately. I frowned at myself. The rain had started properly now, soft droplets tapping against the windows and balcony doors in uneven rhythms. The room smelled faintly like detergent and Ernest’s cologne still lingering in the air somehow. That didn’t help either. I paced once. Then twice. Then dramatically threw myself onto my bed face-first. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered into the pillow. Because Karl was wrong. Probably. Maybe. I groaned loudly. Every single thing about Ernest had become complicated. The way he looked at me too carefully sometimes. The way he noticed things. The way his voice softened around me. The way my chest reacted every single time he got too close. It was annoying and confusing. And worse…I liked it. That realization sat there heavily while rain tapped harder against the glass. I sat up immediately. “Nope.” Thunder cracked louder this time. The balcony doors rattled sli