Chapterthree
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Down the hall he went, yet his gaze stayed with Elena, clinging like a shadow. Not gone at all - just out of sight. Her skin remembered it. Every step he took away made it heavier. Silence filled the space where he had been. Still, she felt watched. The air shifted but didn’t settle. His presence lingered without him.
Still they murmured, trailing behind like shadows she couldn’t shake. Quiet voices clung close no matter how fast she walked away.
One girl stared hard while another turned away fast.
Others looked curious.
Fear was all that moved through Elena.
Pure fear.
Fingers clamped down hard when the classroom door swung open.
“You’re explaining everything after lectures,” she whispered firmly.
“There’s nothing to explain.”
“Elena, Adrian Vale barely talks to people. Professors literally fear him. Yet he walks up to you and warns you about your necklace like some movie scene?”
Elena stayed silent.
For the same reason, she was lost too.
Everything about the class felt hazy. Not one word from the speaker stuck in her thoughts. Instead, Adrian’s face popped up each time she blinked - how his eyes widened at the sight of that pendant.
He knew it.
Out of nowhere, a hunch settled in his chest. It wasn’t proof - just quiet certainty humming beneath thought.
Right after the bell rang, Elena was already headed out the door, leaving Sophia behind without a chance to speak.
She needed air.
Answers.
Something.
A quiet hush settled around her, fingers shaky, flipping past faded pictures deep inside her phone. She sat by herself near the back of the Theatre Arts building, eyes fixed on the screen. Each tap brought another echo from before, moments stacked like dust in corners no one sweeps anymore.
Picture after picture.
Birthdays.
School events.
Family dinners.
Out of nowhere, her body locked in place.
There it was.
Four years back, a photo snapped during one of her mom’s fundraising gatherings.
Slowly, Elena moved the image closer. Zooming took time as she adjusted the view.
Her breath caught.
Back there, Adrian stood still.
Younger.
But definitely him.
Blood pounded hard inside her ribs.
“What are you looking at?”
Her breath caught sharp - eyes wide - as the phone slipped almost from her grip.
Beyond Sophia, she waited. Behind her own shadow, he appeared.
“You scared me.”
Frowning came fast when Sophia spotted how pale Elena looked.
“What’s wrong?”
After a pause, Elena reached into her pocket, pulling out the photo slowly. She held it there, waiting, then passed it over without a word.
Sophia’s eyes widened.
“No way.”
“You see him too, right?”
“That’s Adrian.”
Elena swallowed hard.
“I think he knew my mother.”
Sophia looked confused. “But why would your mom know someone like him?”
“I don’t know.”
Heavy silence sat where words should have been.
Out of nowhere, Sophia chose her words slow. She let each one settle before moving on.
“Elena... maybe you should stay away from him.”
A shaky sound slipped out of Elena's throat.
“You think I want anything to do with him?”
Just then, Elena’s phone buzzed - Sophia hadn’t even begun to speak yet.
Unknown Number.
One moment they were moving, then stillness took over. Their bodies locked in place without a sound.
Her fingers moved careful, then the screen lit up. A breath came before she touched the words.
“Stop searching for the truth.”
Suddenly pale, Sophia's face lost its usual warmth. Her skin turned ghostlike under the dim light.
“What the hell?”
A signal popped up right after. Then another one followed without delay.
“He’s watching you.”
Her breath caught, then stumbled. A pause. Then again - short, quick pulls of air.
Her eyes darted across the room. That joke had gone too far
Something caught Elena's eye after a moment of silence.
Across the courtyard, parked beneath a tree.
That black car again. It sits there, unchanged, like it never left.
A chill spread through her veins.
He was the one, she said under her breath.
Her eyes moved where Elena looked, then Sophia took hold of her wrist without delay.
“We’re leaving.”
Fast.
Across the campus they moved fast, though Elena still looked behind her.
A creak broke the silence as the car door swung wide. Slowly it moved, like it didn’t want to be noticed.
Out came Adrian.
Right away, those close by stepped back when he approached - no hesitation at all.
Yet Adrian paid no attention to the others.
Still focused only on her, his gaze didn’t waver. Not once did he look away.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Stillness crept in every step she took. A quiet pulled close with each shift near her.
Sophia panicked. “Why is he coming here?”
“I don’t know.”
Her heartbeat hammered hard, a sharp drumming inside her head.
He came to a halt before they did. Then stood still.
A line etched close to his chin caught Elena’s eye. The mark sat just within her field of view as he turned slightly away, still present even when he spoke without pause.
Faint traces of his scent hung just within reach.
Sophia coughed a little, trying to get words out. “Uh… hello there.”
Fully focused elsewhere, Adrian did not look at her once.
Those deep eyes never left Elena.
“You need to stop digging into things you don’t understand,” he said quietly.
Fear sat heavy in Elena's chest, yet she pushed words out anyway.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?”
A flicker - sharp, unfamiliar - cut across his gaze. Not quite anger, but close enough to notice. It lasted less than a breath. Then it was gone, like smoke pulled into wind.
“Someone trying to keep you alive.”
Sophia looked confused.
Elena looked angry.
“What does that even mean?”
Yet Adrian stayed silent.
From his pocket came a small object, passed quietly into her hand.
A small silver key.
Her eyes locked on the thing, puzzled. It made no sense to her just then.
“What is this?”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
Close in, he moved near.
Just near enough that she could catch the words.
“And when that time comes, don’t trust anyone.”
Something cold moved along Elena’s back.
Anyone?
Just as she opened her mouth, Adrian moved aside, then left without hurry.
Sophia looked at Elena right away.
“What is happening?”
A shiver ran through Elena as she stared at the small silver key resting in her palm. The metal caught the light, glinting like a secret too heavy to hold.
Markings appeared there. It carried words cut into the surface.
Room 317.
Out of nowhere, the phone shook once more.
Unknown Number.
This time, just a single line filled the note.
“Ask Sophia why she lied about the night your mother died.”
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