KINGSLEY'S POV
It’s been almost a month now since the major issue with Stella erupted. I feel like I have profoundly failed myself. I constantly ask why I was so stubborn, why I didn't simply give her a listening ear and hear her out properly.
I spend every day searching for her familiar face across the campus. I know her department well, but the main hall is always overwhelmingly crowded with students. I can't risk approaching her there; the potential for a public scene, or her utterly crushing insult, is far too high.
I was so completely blinded by my volatile emotions that I couldn't bring myself to care whether she was speaking the absolute truth or not. But the clarity of hindsight is brutal: it seems I have foolishly lost a piece of precious gold while grasping desperately at a wo
