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The next morning arrived with a strange stillness in the air.
Sunlight poured through the school windows like nothing had changedβ
but inside the hallways⦠everything felt different.
πΏ Something had shifted. πΏ
π Skye walked in as usual, books in hand, steps steady.
But she felt it immediately.
That absence.
π No teasing glance from the back row.
No familiar smirk.
No voice that always somehow found her.
Just silence.
Too intentional to be normal.
π Her eyes moved instinctively toward the back of the classroom.
Axel was there.
But not there.
π Sitting like alwaysβleaned back, relaxed posture, cold expression.
But his attentionβ¦ wasnβt on her.
Not even once.
πΏ Not a glance. Not a reaction. Nothing. πΏ
π Skye paused for a second near her desk.
Then sat down slowly.
Confused.
π βGood morning,β she said softly when he passed by earlier in the corridor.
No response.
Not even acknowledgment.
π That had been the first crack of the day.
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π Now in class, the teacherβs voice faded into the background.
Skye kept her eyes on her notebook, but her thoughts werenβt following.
Because she could feel it.
π His silence wasnβt accidental.
It was directed.
Controlled.
Intentional.
πΏ A choice. πΏ
π βAxel Knight, please answer this,β the teacher called suddenly.
π A pause.
He stood up.
Calm. Perfectly composed.
βC.β
π Simple. Correct. Detached.
No extra words. No emotion.
π He sat back down immediately.
And againβ
Nothing.
No glance toward her desk.
Not even a flicker.
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π Skyeβs grip tightened slightly on her pen.
This wasnβt like him.
Even when he was arrogantβ¦ even when he was annoyedβ
he noticed her.
Always.
πΏ But todayβ¦ she didnβt exist. πΏ
π During break, she tried again.
She stepped into the hallway, spotting him near the lockers.
βAxel.β
π He stopped for half a second.
Then turned slightly.
Cold eyes. Empty expression.
βYes?β
π One word.
Flat. Controlled. Distant.
π Skye hesitated.
That wasnβt him.
Or maybeβ¦ it was a version she hadnβt seen before.
π βAbout the projectββ
π βItβs done,β he cut in immediately.
π Silence.
π Skye frowned slightly.
βWe still have submissionββ
π βSubmit it yourself,β he said.
Then turned away.
No anger. No emotion.
Just finality.
πΏ Like she was a task he had already finished with. πΏ
π Skye stood there for a second, stunned.
βThatβs not what we agreedββ
π But he was already walking away.
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π Across the hallway, Elena watched quietly.
A faint smile forming.
π βInteresting,β she murmured under her breath.
Because it was working.
Exactly how she wanted.
πΏ Distance. Doubt. Disconnection. πΏ
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π Skye stayed still for a moment longer.
Then slowly turned back.
Her expression unreadable.
π Because what hurt most wasnβt his angerβ¦
It was his absence.
πΏ Like she had been erased. πΏ
π And somewhere deep downβ
she knew this wasnβt random.
π Something had changed him.
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