I'm not sure I like this at all. it's a little messy but whatever.
In the classroom, where the routine murmur of lectures and scribbling pens filled the air, you discovered the latent ability to peer into the minds of your classmates. Initially, your readings unveiled a collective focus on an upcoming test, a shared anxiety that gripped the room. Delving deeper into the thoughts of Zoe and Madison, a divergence in mental landscapes unfolded—Zoe's mind painted with peaceful images of butterflies, while Madison's thoughts revealed a tumultuous undercurrent.
Caught in the act, Cordelia, a perceptive soul, entered your mental realm, mirroring the astonishment that mirrored your own realization. The thoughts emanating from Madison were offensive, particularly towards the Supreme, the very person you harbored a subtle crush on, unbeknownst to Cordelia. As your anger surged, Cordelia attempted to intervene, seeking to distract and provide solace, yet her efforts fell short against the torrent of emotions.
Cordelia: "(Y/n), everything alright?"
Engaging Madison through the conduit of thoughts, you instinctively defended Cordelia, prompting Madison to retaliate with verbal barbs. Sensing the escalating tension, Cordelia, overwhelmed by guilt, chose to withdraw, leaving you wrestling with an influx of unfiltered thoughts. The intensity of the moment became almost unbearable, prompting you to flee the confines of the classroom, seeking solace in the greenhouse—an intimate space once shared with Cordelia but now altered by Misty's return.
Stepping into the greenhouse, the air heavy with the scent of various plants, you were unexpectedly confronted by Misty, her presence unintentionally compounding your emotional turmoil.
Misty: "Hiya, (Y/n)!"
Desperation drove you to escape her presence, retreating to the sanctity of your locked room—a familiar haven that echoed with memories of shared moments with Cordelia.
Meanwhile, back in the greenhouse, Cordelia, intuitively sensing your inclination toward the verdant refuge, hoped to find you there. Instead, she was greeted by the unexpected presence of Misty, realizing the profound impact on a space that had once symbolized sanctuary.
Cordelia: "Hey, you."
Disturbed by this revelation, Cordelia prioritized the search for you, her heart weighed down by unspoken emotions.
Within the confines of your room, emotions overwhelmed you as you sought solace behind the locked door. Outside, Cordelia, resolute in her determination to reach you, stood with a sense of quiet desperation.
Cordelia: "(Y/n), I know you are in there, please."
Unwilling to reveal your vulnerable state, you listened to Cordelia's apologies and admissions through the protective barrier. Her words, filled with love and regret, echoed through the door, forming an emotional connection that transcended the physical boundary.
Cordelia: "(Y/n), please... I know what happened and I'm sorry, I know it wasn't Madison who made your thoughts collapse, I know that was me and I'm sorry."
The door creaked open, revealing a tear-stained face, Cordelia's eyes mirroring the tumult within.
Cordelia: "(Y/n), I have never cared about anyone the way I do about you, not even Misty."
Breaking the silence with your admission, you both found solace in the vulnerability shared between you.
Cordelia: "For god's sake, (y/n)! I love you."
In the echoes of this shared embrace, the tangled threads of your emotions began to weave a new chapter, one fueled by the resilience of love.
