CAMILLA POV
Navigating the busy corridors of the Mark department always felt like threading through a maze of academic urgency. Students hurried past with textbooks clutched tightly, their minds likely consumed by impending deadlines and the relentless march of exams. Among the crowd, I spotted him- Mark. His presence, like an unexpected gust of wind, stirred memories I had neatly tucked away.
I glanced in his direction, catching his eye briefly before looking away. The scars of our past were not just emotional but physical, too- reminders of a time when life was more turbulent. Yet, as I focused on the lecture notes in my hand, Mark approached me with a hesitant smile.
"Camilla, right?" His voice was soft, tentative, as if unsure whether his memory served him right. I nodded, o
