Slow footsteps echoed faintly in the long university corridor, heard shortly after Astrid and Stella's cynical laughter faded away.
From behind a dimly lit wall, a girl appeared. Her expression was tense, her breathing slightly labored as if she had just restrained herself from making a sound.
Her reddish-brown hair fell loosely, contrasting with her hazel eyes that flashed angrily after hearing Astrid and her friends' conversation.
This girl was not just an ordinary student. She was Georgie, one of Arwen's closest friends.
"So, they've been mean to you all this time, Arwen," she murmured, her voice hoarse from holding back the pain in her chest. Her voice trembled, but there was anger she was trying to suppress. Her hands clenched at her sides, her knuckles turning white.
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