Sylvie sat at her desk, her fingers loosely gripping her pen as she stared blankly at her notebook. The lively chatter around her faded into background noise, her attention riveted to the scene unfolding across the classroom. Her chest tightened as her gaze flicked between Irina and Astron, her mind replaying the events she'd just witnessed.
The pictures. The headlines. The way Irina seemed so composed, so confident when faced with the teasing from her classmates. Everything about her demeanor suggested one thing—something Sylvie wasn't ready to accept.
She really is… Sylvie's thoughts trailed off, the rest of the sentence too painful to finish. The words felt heavy, like they carried a truth she wasn't prepared to confront. Her grip on the pen tightened as her mind spiraled. She really is close to him.
