The moment Tharin read Aran’s message, his entire ability to think disappeared immediately.
A COMPLETE disaster honestly.
Because currently—
his phone screen displayed only two words.
“I’m outside.”
And somehow—
those words caused more emotional damage than every rumor spreading across campus combined.
A serious issue.
Meanwhile—
inside the drafting studio—
students still packed project materials loudly around him while conversations echoed across the room.
Metal rulers clattered against desks.
Large sketchboards scraped against chairs.
Someone argued dramatically about measurements near the back windows.
Yet somehow—
all the noise around Tharin suddenly faded completely.
Because honestly?
One horrifying realization now repeated inside his head continuously.
Aran came ups
