Embarking on the journey of self-discovery, Hezlin finds herself navigating the unexpected twists and turns of college life. After moving to England to live with her grandparents and pursue a doctorate, Hezlin's life changes dramatically when she en...
After returning to the university, Jacob started growing really close to me. He took care of me in ways that Sofia appreciated, but Zade clearly resented. One day, as Sofia, Jacob, and I were sitting in an empty classroom preparing for our midterms, Sofia excused herself, leaving Jacob and me alone.
Jacob's intense gaze made me uneasy. He grabbed my hand and moved closer. "Hezlin, I need to tell you something," he said. I shook his hand off and stepped back. "Don't be afraid of me," he continued. "Just listen to what I have to say."
His confession of love and lustful desires shocked me. Jacob had always been a good friend. As I tried to process his words, he grabbed my waist and tried to pull me in. Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere, pushing me away from Jacob and punching him so hard he fell to the floor. It was Zade, his eyes fuming with anger and fear. He was not in his senses, restless, with a deadly look directed at Jacob.
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Doubts began to form in my mind. How did Zade appear so suddenly? The storm, my quick recovery-something seemed off about him. I had to find out.
As Jacob started to stand, he hit Zade with a chair, causing him to bleed. I intervened to stop the fight, and Sofia returned, worried, taking Jacob to the infirmary. I offered to help Zade, but he insisted he could take care of himself. I refused to hear any excuses. "Let me help you this time. You helped me when my leg was injured," I said firmly. He agreed reluctantly.
Back at my dorm, I took out the first aid box and brought some juice for Zade. He looked weak and sad, as if he was about to cry. Seeing him like that, I felt an urge to hug him, but instead, I gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm here," I said softly.
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To bandage his wound, he had to take his shirt off. My cheeks burned, and I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. He looked so tired that he rested his head on my shoulder as I treated his wound. I noticed some of his injuries were already healing, which seemed odd. There was definitely something about this guy I needed to uncover soon.
As I carefully bandaged his wound, I tried to keep my hands steady, but the closeness made my heart race. He was so vulnerable, yet so strong. When I finished, he lifted his head and looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something that made my pulse quicken.
