Two days passed and my fever was gone, so I went back to school; Kuya Daniel picked me up from the hacienda and brought me back to his house.
As for Vince? He hasn't reached out since that night. Maybe he's finally given up on me, forgotten me, perhaps he's tired of trying because I never gave in. Well, maybe it's for the best—that he doesn't show up anymore so I can move on, because honestly, every time he comes near, it only causes me pain.
Now I'm here inside the classroom, currently listening to our professor's lecture.
When the professor left, my group project classmates immediately invited me to lunch at the canteen. But as we left the classroom, a student from another department approached me.
“Excuse me, miss, are you Sydney Martinez?” they asked me.
“Yes, that's me. Why?”
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