Ara’s POV
I'm huddled in the back corner of the library as usual, hoping to find a moment of peace amidst the sea of books. Yet, the sharp whispers of the girls in the row ahead pierce through my solitude like the ceaseless chirping of sparrows.
"Check this out! Bianca just posted a photo online with Jack," one of the girls exclaims, her voice brimming with excitement and gossip. "Oh my god, she's sitting on his lap! Looks like The Golden Boy finally accepted Bianca's advances!"
Their words whirl around me like a storm, each syllable slicing through my defenses and striking at the tender heart of my emotions. Driven by an irrational need to see, I crane my neck to sneak a peek over their shoulders at the glowing phone screen. And there it is: Bianca and Jack, wrapped in an embrace, lips
