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Rose's POV: I stumble forward, the queasy feeling in my stomach intensifying. The sharp, bitter taste of bile rises in my throat, and before I can stop myself, my body rejects everything inside me. I lean into the bushes, my stomach heaving painfully. The world spins around me as I retch, the hot bile spilling from my lips. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, the faint trace of humiliation hitting me like a brick. That’s disgusting, I think to myself, my mind spiraling into shame. I mutter the words under my breath, as if the shame might just dissipate if I could hide it well enough.

"Welcome to Symphony Business College Retreat 2021, with this announcement I entered my used-to-be college. To be continued... Scarlett is going to design clothes for award function nominees. A lot and a lot of romance are awaiting. Is Nathan's proximity with Scarlett help in making Eric possess or confess his love? What is going to happen in college? What more secrets going to unveil. It's all the beginning. Purva Narang (Your Writer) Till the next time **************

When I got to Leah's room, I ignored the knocking rule and pushed the door open only to be greeted by a standing Leah, she had anticipation written all over her stance and before I could say anything, she started her apology, " I am sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to be rude. I was just in shock. Damian might have been a terrible person to me but I spent time with the man. I knew him and his death came as a shock. I had no control over my reaction and I'm sorry, really sorry". I looked at her, my face blank but my mind running so fast. What game are you playing, Leah? I decided to play along "I quite understand. His death was unexpected and shocking. I forgive you. The reason why I came h

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.