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Serene’s POV
The university hallway buzzed faintly with distant chatter, but for me, the world was a blur of panic and tears.
I was on the cold floor, my backside aching from my sudden fall, my bag clutched tightly in my trembling hands. My heart was pounding in my chest. Alex, her senior, loomed above me, his warm brown eyes filled with concern as he extended a hand to help me up.
“Serene, is that you?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded shakily, letting him pull me to my feet, but my legs felt unsteady, my heart racing from the collision and the weight of my fears. Alex frowned, his gaze searching my face.
Alex Peterson, one year senior than me. He had been there for me since my first yea of university. When I came, he was there to help
