The student council office was clean but slightly empty. Tilan stood in front of the precious blackwood desk, her fingers lightly caressing its surface as her gaze swept around her.
"Now it's my turn to sit here," she thought to herself with a hint of emotion, finding it somewhat unbelievable. So much had happened over the year.
But she had slowly gotten used to it.
Since the former president Amors had completed the handover, many items had been removed from the room—only the inherited blackwood desk and a cabinet for displaying trophies of honor remained. As for other things, they had been taken away with Amors's departure. What new items to place or what style to decorate in would depend on the preferences and tastes of the new president.
Approaching the desk, Tilan touched the newly made chair before slowly sitting down to experience the still novel feeling.
