chapter 3
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> The campus café was quiet that night. Only the sound of ceiling fans and the faint hum of streetlights outside filled the space.
Tabby sat at the farthest table — wearing an oversized UXKL hoodie, hair loosely tied, fingers still gripping her notes.
Beside her, Daniell calmly wrote something in a black leather notebook. Her didn’t speak, but her presence was enough to steady her world.
> “I swear… if I fail this paper because of Firash, I’m cursing him to never taste wagyu again,” Tabby muttered quietly.
> Daniell didn’t answer. she just gave a faint smile.
Then, she set down his pen. Slowly closed her notebook.
And looked at Tabby with an expression he rarely wore — not smug, not composed… but a little hollow. A little heavy.
> “Blink of an eye… tomorrow’s your final paper, Tabby.”
Tabby froze.
“Then we graduate. After that… we go our separate ways.”
> Something in her chest tightened.
“You’re saying it like… we won’t see each other again,” she said, trying to laugh.
> Daniell looked out the window.
“In my world, people come and go. But you… you came, and you stayed.”
> Tabby smiled faintly, but her eyes began to glisten.
“Dani…”
> Daniell stood, grabbed a bottle of water, and placed it gently in front of her.
“Drink. You need to sleep early. Tomorrow’s paper is in the morning.”
> Before walking away, he paused.
“Tabby…”
He turned, his gaze deep.
“If I disappear… don’t come looking for me. But remember that I was once here.”
> And then he walked out of the café, leaving behind a Tabby who was no longer angry at Firash…
but terrified of losing the one person she loved the most.
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Tabby raced up to the 54th floor of La Prince Heritage Hotel.
Her breath was unsteady, the phone clutched tight in her hand — she’d been calling nonstop.
Daniell hadn’t picked up once.
The penthouse door unlocked with a soft beep when she pressed the intercom.
Silence greeted her.
Just the familiar masculine scent and a space far too neat for a man who was falling apart.
Brian stepped out from the back hallway, startled to see Tabby standing frozen at the door.
"Miss Tabby?"
She turned, eyes glassy.
“Brian… where is he?”
Brian remained calm, reaching into his coat pocket.
“He left instructions. If you came looking, I was going to give you this.”
He handed her a small card.
“He’s moved to the private penthouse owned by Ambrosio.”
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🚗 On the Road
Tabby drove alone.
The city lights blurred with her tears.
The slow song playing on the radio felt cruel in how perfectly it echoed her thoughts.
> “Don’t look for me. Just remember I existed.”
Daniell’s words from earlier kept playing in her head — and the more they echoed, the harder it was to breath
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Ambarusio's Private Penthouse
10:36pm
she rang the bell
A soft click.
The door is opend.
Danielle stood there-black hoodie she's hair falling accross tired eye.
And yet dani saw tabby s a small smile
appered
"come in"
she stepped inside
And froze
The dining table was full with food.
Butter prown, seafood tom yum.she's special chicken rice, roasted black paper chicken .pahang- style sambal .A small red velvet cake satat the center like a soft memory
Tabby don't move she almost crying look what have Dani done to she.
Danielle return from kitchen with a big bowl with a spicy crab soup.she glances at tabby , fingers still smelling like garlic and onion
'Hah, why did you get stuck there? Food won't go into your mouth if you sit there stuck like a lamppost. Sit down and eat.
thanks Dani You are the best friend I have ever had. I love you, Dani.
huh I did this because I had to wait for you to cook herm until the end of time. I won't cook even if the meggin is burnt. I have the heart to cook the dish.
Tabby let out a soft laugh...but the tear don't stop
" Why are you afraid I'll blow up your kitchen again?"
"must be this
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