The cold liquid drips from Darcy's chin. You'll treasure the look of surprise on her face for years.
All the other students watch you march through the student center. Outside, the springtime sun warms your face. Even though she admitted it, you can't believe Darcy cheated you out of the fellowship.
Your resolve hardens. Darcy may have knocked you out of the running for the fellowship you wanted, but there are others. You know you're a better practitioner than she is.
Before you return to your dorm room to plan what comes next, you take a moment to mourn what you've lost. This was supposed to be a triumphant day—senior project done, interview complete, and all of it captured thanks to the memory pattern. Now you've got gaps in your memory, Manish is in the hospital, and you don't have a fellowship. Darcy wrecked everything.
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