Chapter 27

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The instant Poll smiled at him, Eujae knew that there was no saving him from the trap that he had fallen into.

It's like a pit—so deep that it's nearly impossible to climb out of it.

Yet, it's not a place that Eujae would be eager to leave even if he were given the choice.

Apollo Helios Torres may be frustrating to deal with. The guy is a natural at getting under Eujae's skin. More often than not, he's crass and immature.

It's a funny thing. On the same day last year, those traits of Apollo were still a major turn-off for him. But now? They're a part of what Eujae finds endearing about the male twin.

They say love is colorblind.

He'd say people who are truly in love can recognize different hues just fine. Or more than fine. That's why every time they look at the person they adore, all they see are the beautiful colors.

And that is exactly what he is seeing now as he watches Poll talk happily to his female classmate.

He's glowing, and Eujae finally understands why people think he's a ray of sunshine. Indeed, he has a gift for lighting up someone's day just with that bright smile of his.

Euaje blinks and snaps out of his woolgathering as rowdy students pass by the mahogany tree that he's currently under. He silently follows the loud group with his gaze before bringing his eyes back to the particular window of the Fine Arts College building.

As he thinks about his earlier daydream, Eujae internally cringes, realizing how corny he has become. He's acting like a lovestruck teenager, and to think that he was never this sappy in high school. Not even when he was dating.

I guess I really have it bad this time, he muses, running a hand through his brown hair.

He notices that Poll has paused from chatting with his classmate and is now staring back at him with his signature frown and pout. The expression, however, is far from looking peeved. If anything, it seems like Poll is silently asking Eujae what he is doing here.

As an answer to the male twin's reaction, Eujae grins. Unaware of the stares that a few students sitting near him on the planter box are throwing in his direction, he chuckles when Poll juts his lips more as though to let Eujae know he is not satisfied with his response.

His gaze shifts to the woman next to Poll, and he realizes that she too is looking at him. Eujae nods in acknowledgment and gives her a polite smile.

The courtesy earns him a timid smile. Looking at her closely, Eujae is reminded of who the woman is. He remembers seeing her with Poll once in this same place and another time in his favorite coffee shop. If his memory serves him correctly, Poll called him Ivy.

Eujae had previously overheard them talking in the coffee shop, and he learned that the female art student has a crush on him. There is no point in denying the fact that he is flattered by the sentiment. Nevertheless, as he looks back at Poll, he thinks that he would have appreciated it more if the affection came from this man.

His eyes flick back and forth between the two art students. He is perfectly aware that Poll and Ivy don't like each other romantically. However, seeing how close their friendship is, Eujae can't help but consider the possibility.

As if to make himself suffer further, a picture of Poll dating someone materializes in his head. He feels his chest constrict just imagining it.

It doesn't have to be with Ivy, nor does it have to be with another woman, but if that image turns into reality, Eujae is fairly certain that he will not be able to take it.

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