Chapter nine : back to quiet
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the gate clicked softly behind her as sofia greeted the security man with a small wave and climbed the stairs slowly.
“good night, ma’am,” he called after her.
“good night,” she replied, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.
by the time she reached her floor, the noise of the outside world had already started fading away.
her keys turned in the lock and the moment she stepped inside, her whole body relaxed without permission.
this was it.
her space.
small, simple, nothing fancy, but it always felt like hers in a way nothing else did.
she dropped her bag near the couch and kicked off her shoes with a tired sigh.
“please don’t tell me the light is gone again,” she muttered when she flipped the switch and nothing happened.
she exhaled, already used to it.
“of course.”
she moved around in the dim light from her phone, setting things in place, charging her devices, and pulling out her notebook for the next day’s lecture.
“this school is going to finish me one day,” she said under her breath, flopping onto the bed.
the room was quiet now.
too quiet.
she stared at the ceiling for a while, still fully awake but not moving.
and somehow, without warning, her mind drifted.
back to the car.
back to him.
adrian.
she frowned slightly, turning on her side.
“why am i even thinking about him like this?” she whispered to herself.
she exhaled slowly, covering part of her face with her hand.
“he’s literally my friend’s dad.”
the words should’ve been enough.
they weren’t.
because the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more they stayed.
his voice in the car.
the way he looked at her sometimes without saying much.
the calm confidence in everything he did.
and that strange feeling she kept getting around him that she couldn’t properly explain.
she sat up slightly, frustrated now.
“this is not normal,” she muttered.
then she went quiet again.
staring at nothing.
and still thinking about him.
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