The next morning came faster than I wanted. I barely slept.
Every time I drifted off, my mind would replay fragments of the night before… the voices, the tension, the headlights, and him.
I forced myself out of bed anyway. There was no room for hesitation now.
Classes didn’t stop because I was tired. Responsibilities didn’t pause because I couldn’t get my thoughts in order.
So, I moved. Routine. Structure. Discipline.
By the time I stepped out of the dorm, my expression was composed, my posture steady, no different from any other day.
No one would know. No one would see how little rest I actually had. Because whatever was happening inside me, it stayed there.
And as I walked toward the university, blending in with the usual flow of students, I kept my focus forward.
Just another da
