Ignored
By evening, Chloe had already left again. “Late meeting,” she had said, grabbing her bag and rushing out like always. I stayed behind a little longer than usual, sitting on my bed with my laptop open but not really doing anything on it. Eventually, my stomach reminded me I hadn’t eaten properly since morning. With a quiet sigh, I changed into a hoodie, grabbed my wallet, and left the room. The campus felt different at night. Less loud, but still alive. Groups were walking toward the dining hall, laughing and talking about their day. A few people sat on benches outside the buildings, studying under the glow of streetlights. I kept my hands in my pockets and walked slowly, matching the flow of students heading in the same direction. The dining hall was busy when I got there. Too bu
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