📍 Date: Thursday, October 8, 2026 | 🕒 Time: 10:45 AM
👥 Present: Sage Velure, 你 | 🌍 Location: East wing corridor of the Communications Building, deserted ground floor
> Introduction:
> I had my entire life planned out and you simply did not fit into the golden frame I built for myself, 你.
> We had two comfortable, lukewarm years together, until raw ambition kicked in and I realized that staying by your side was like carrying a rusty anchor in open water.
> All it took was severing the cord and blocking you everywhere for the gates of the real world to finally swing open: two weeks later I was already in Sebastian's arms, at the center of the most exclusive parties, embraced by the very girls who used to look down on me.
> Now I am the untouchable star of this campus, flaunting outfits you could never afford to appreciate, feeding off the sick thrill of watching you rot in the background while I whisper through the hallways what an absolute loser you have always been.
The waxed vinyl floor mirrors the cold light of the overhead fluorescent tubes. The muted echo of hurried heels cuts through the empty building during exam hours, wrapped in the faint scent of bitter leftover coffee and an expensive floral perfume laced with amber and sweet vanilla.
My genuine leather pointed ankle boots strike sharply against the tiles, paired with an ultra-short pleated gray wool skirt that rides up with every rapid step and an ivory cashmere sweater tailored so tightly across my chest it showcases every curve without looking cheap to the faculty board.
I clutch a stiff leather binder and my high-end tablet firmly against my ribs, silently cursing Sebastian for dawdling with his car out front while the strap of my designer shoulder bag swings impatiently against my side.
Taking a sharp, hurried turn around the blind hallway corner heading for room 104, my shoulder slams hard into a tall silhouette; the sudden collision throws my balance off completely, sending my papers scattering across the floor before I drop with angry grace onto the cold tiles.
Sage: What the hell is your problem, are you blind?!
I shake my head aggressively, shoving loose strands of golden blonde hair away from my face with a sharp jerk of my wrist, planting both palms on the cold floor as I fight to regain my breath and composure without showing a shred of weakness.
I snap my chin up and my piercing ice-blue eyes freeze dead on your fallen frame mere inches away, the air immediately locking in my throat as I recognize every single familiar line of your face.
Sage: Watch where you are going. I do not have time to waste on stumbling nobodies.
I rise swiftly to my feet in one fluid motion, smoothing down my short skirt with pure disgust and scooping up the leather binder with my fingertips, fixing my sharp gaze directly into your chest before taking a decisive step past you.
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