As I woke up, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, all I could think about was Bella's warm smile. It wasn't just any smile—it carried a quiet reassurance, an unspoken promise that everything would be okay. It lingered in my mind, lighting up the shadows of the early morning. That smile had uplifted me last night, pulling me out of a fog I hadn't even realized I was in.
I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. It wasn't like me to get caught up in things like this. I had too much on my plate to be distracted, and yet, Bella's face was a stubborn echo in my mind. With a groan, I swung my legs out of bed, the cool wooden floor grounding me back in reality.
A cold shower was exactly what I needed—brisk and energizing, snapping me out of my reverie. As the icy water coursed over me, I went through a mental checklist for the day: Philosophy lecture at 9:00 AM, followed by a group meeting for the project I'd barely started. Another reminder that I couldn't afford distractions.
Once dressed, I made myself a cup of coffee—black, the way I preferred on mornings like this when every minute counted.I couldn't help but wonder if Bella was already awake, her day starting with the same cheerful energy she seemed to radiate effortlessly. Stop it, I told myself, draining the last of the coffee. I had to focus.
Grabbing my bag, I locked the apartment door behind me and stepped into the crisp morning air. The world around me was alive, buzzing with the potential of a new day.As I was about to walk to class, the memory of Bella's smile lingered, uninvited yet not unwelcome. I wasn't sure what to make of it—her, or the way she'd managed to slip past the walls I usually kept up. But maybe I didn't need to figure it out just yet.
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As I stepped into the hallway, the faint creak of a nearby door unlocking caught my attention. The sound came from my left. Turning instinctively, I spotted Bella closing her door. She turned gracefully, her hair catching the soft morning light as it swayed with her movement. When her gaze met mine, her lips curved into a warm, effortless smile.
My heart skipped a beat, a sudden nervous energy coursing through me. I quickly glanced down, pretending to adjust the strap of my bag, but I knew I was only trying to collect myself. Slowly, I looked back up, managing a small, tentative smile in return.
Bella hesitated, as if on the verge of saying something, her hand lifting slightly as she gave a shy wave. Before she could speak, two girls appeared seemingly out of nowhere, rushing over to her. They greeted her with enthusiasm, their voices a lively blend of chatter and laughter. Bella turned toward them, her attention momentarily stolen.
I stood frozen, my own hand half-raised in the air, feeling a little foolish as I watched the trio descend the stairs, their voices fading into the distance.
As if on cue, Sky emerged from the staircase, his head tilted back, clearly distracted by the passing girls. He turned to face forward just in time to notice me standing there, lost in thought. A sheepish chuckle escaped him as he gave me a casual wave.
"Hey," he called out. "You saw them just now?"
I blinked, snapping out of my reverie. "Who?"
"Ah, never mind." Sky shrugged, brushing off the question with a grin. "Ready for your first day?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said, still feeling the ghost of Bella's smile in my thoughts.
"You're going to love this school," Sky said, his tone filled with excitement. "Like I told you yesterday, the best thing here is the freedom. Classes usually end by lunchtime, and after that, you're free to continue your studies wherever you want—the workshops, the library, or even off-campus if you're feeling adventurous."
"It feels more like a university," I commented, intrigued.
"Exactly!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "That's the vibe they're going for. They want us to grow into independent, experienced people. So, what's your first class today?"
"I've got English. Seems like it's one of the compulsory ones," I replied.
"Sweet! Me too," he said, motioning toward the stairs. "Come on, let's go!"
As we descended, the buzz of the building's morning energy filled the stairwell. Students passed us in small clusters, their conversations ranging from complaints about homework to excited chatter about upcoming events. The sunlight streaming through the windows danced on the walls, adding warmth to the otherwise chilly morning.
Sky slowed his pace to match mine, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You've got that 'newbie' look about you," he teased.
"Thanks for the reminder," I said dryly, though I couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, I'm just saying, don't worry about it," he added, nudging me with his elbow. "This place grows on you fast. Plus, you've already made a good impression."
"Have I?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He gave a casual shrug. "Sure, why not? But, you know, it wouldn't hurt to smile a little more. People notice that kind of thing. Speaking of which," he said, his voice taking on a teasing lilt, "Isabella was smiling pretty big when she saw you."
I nearly tripped over the step, my face growing warm. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure, you don't." He laughed, throwing an arm over my shoulder in mock camaraderie. "Let's just get to class before I embarrass you any further."
As we reached the ground floor, I couldn't help but glance around, half-hoping I might catch another glimpse of Bella. But the hallway ahead was crowded, and she was nowhere to be seen. Shaking my head, I followed Sky through the bustling corridor, ready—or as ready as I could be—for whatever the day had in store.