Days rolled by after orientation, and finally, classes were in motion. Raven and I usually made it to school together, and sometimes we didn’t—our schedules didn’t always line up. We were under the same faculty, but our departments and class times kept us apart.
And just like that, weeks slipped into months. Midterms approached. Students settled into their routines. But one thing stayed strangely consistent:
Noah was nowhere to be seen.
Not once did I bump into him around campus. Not in the hallways. Not in the cafeteria. Not even in passing. It was like he had disappeared the very moment he appeared at orientation.
At first, I convinced myself that it was coincidence. Then I started to wonder: had Raven said something to him? Warned him to stay out of sight? Or worse, was he delibera
