Chasing Love (𝐆𝐱𝐆) [𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 1]

Arrival at Melterspot

Mon Patricia steps off the bus into the quiet streets of Little Valeria, seeking solace in a new school. Fate intervenes when she encounters Samanun Freen, known as Sam-an enigma with cold eyes and an aloof demeanor. Why does Sam keep everyone at arm's length?

The sun hung low in the sky as Mon stepped onto the cracked sidewalk in Little Valeria. Clutching her faded backpack, her heart fluttered with anticipation. She was escaping a painful past-the whispers, the betrayal, the ache of lost friendships. This new school, Melterspot High, held the promise of anonymity, a chance to reinvent herself.

And there, leaning against the rusted bus stop sign, stood Samanun Freen. Sam. Her eyes were like shards of ice, piercing and unyielding. Mon hesitated, then approached. Sam's jet-black hair fell across her forehead, casting shadows over her sharp features. "Hi, I'm Mon. New here."

Sam glanced at her, barely acknowledging her presence. She responds, "Sam. Welcome to Melterspot." Her lips curved into a half-smile, neither welcoming nor dismissive.

Mon studied her-the way Sam's fingers tapped rhythmically against her hips, the faint scar on her left cheek, and the guarded expression that seemed etched into her features. Who was this girl who held the world at arm's length?

Mon's first day at Melterspot High School was a whirlwind. She navigated crowded hallways, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floors. Teachers rattled off syllabi, classmates exchanged knowing glances, and lockers slammed shut. But her eyes kept drifting back to Sam.

A voice narrates ― "Who is she? Why does she keep to herself?"

During lunch, Mon spotted Sam sitting alone under a gnarled cherry blossom tree. The petals fluttered down like confetti, softening the edges of Sam's solitude. Mon gathered her courage and approached with a smile, "Mind if I join you?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, sizing Mon up. Her eyes held a thousand unspoken stories.

"Why would you want to?"

"Curiosity, I guess. You're intriguing."

Sam's lips twitched, almost a smile. She shifted over, making room on the bench. Mon settled beside her, the rough bark pressing into her spine. Sam questions, "Intriguing? That's a first."

Mon noticed the silver pendant around Sam's neck-a delicate locket with an ornate design. It seemed out of place against Sam's tough exterior.

After school, Mon explored the old building. She stumbled upon a half-hidden door at the end of a dim corridor. The brass knob was cool to the touch, and the wood groaned as she pushed it open. Dust danced in the sunlight, and old wooden shelves sagged under the weight of yellowed books.

And there, in the corner, was Sam. "You found it."

Mon blinked. Sam's voice was softer, vulnerable. The room smelled of ancient paper and memories. She said, "What is this place?"

― "The hidden room. My sanctuary"

Mon's eyes widened as she took in the stacks of letters, faded photographs, and dried flowers. Each item held a piece of Sam's family history-their secrets, broken promises, and love lost. "Whose memories are these?"

"My family's. Secrets buried in ink, promises etched in time." a wandered Sam replied back

Sam's cold eyes met Mon's, and for a moment, the walls around her heart cracked. Mon sensed that Sam's aloofness was a shield, protecting wounds deeper than anyone could fathom.

Mon Patricia stumbled upon Sam's secret hideaway-a hidden room filled with old letters and faded photographs. Who was the mysterious person in those pictures? And why did Sam guard these memories so fiercely?

Stay tuned for the next episode, where secrets would unravel, and hearts would tangle even further. 🌸❤️

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