Gianna.
Tuesday came too fast.
I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. My dreams had been strange—flashes of last week's argument with Ivan, the way his eyes darkened, the way the whole class went silent as if oxygen had leaked out of the room. Even now, the weight of it clings to me. I hated that he could still get under my skin like that. I hated even more that part of me expected him to try talking to me today.
I pushed the thought away and dressed quickly, choosing a simple outfit—jeans, a black top, and my hair in a high messy bun. I looked normal. I didn’t feel normal. My chest still carried the heavy pressure of everything unsaid.
When I stepped onto campus, the air was buzzing with students moving around, voices rising and falling, someone laughing loudly near the cafete
