(Author’s POV)
Aurora was sitting quietly near the back of the spacious, well-lit lecture hall. Her notebook lay open in front of her, neat handwriting filling its pages, but her focus wasn't entirely on the professor’s voice echoing from the front.
She sat alone. By choice.
The seat beside her remained empty, despite several girls glancing in her direction as they entered the room, curious, hesitant, whispering softly. Aurora knew their types. Friendly on the surface. Sharp beneath.
Once, she might’ve smiled back. Once, she might’ve tried to make friends. But not anymore. Not after Mia. The girl she had called her best friend. The one who knew her secrets. Her fears. Her vulnerabilities. The one who had tried to destroy her with a smile on her lips and a dagger in her back.
No one he
