The next few days were a whirlwind of meticulous planning for Cessy. She had always been good at managing details, but this was different. Her fixation on Nowa had evolved into a strategic game, and every move needed to be precise. She began to think of herself not just as a student but as a strategist in an elaborate scheme to capture Nowa’s attention.
It started with subtle changes in her daily routine. Cessy began frequenting the coffee shop where Nowa liked to spend his afternoons. She chose a table that offered a perfect view of the entrance, allowing her to spot him the moment he walked in. She was careful to sit at a distance, making it appear as though she was simply another customer who happened to be there at the same time. Each time she caught sight of him, her heart would race, but she maintained a calm exterior, as if she were merely absorbed in her studies or a novel.
Her next move was to engage in conversations with his circle of friends. She learned the names of the people Nowa frequently hung out with and made it a point to strike up conversations with them. It was an innocent enough approach, framed as casual friendliness, but every interaction was carefully calculated. She became a fixture at their gatherings, a pleasant and engaging presence that made her seem approachable and likable.
One evening, Cessy was attending a campus event—an art exhibition that Nowa had mentioned in passing. She had taken care to position herself near the entrance, her eyes scanning for any sign of him. The gallery was a maze of paintings and sculptures, and she wove through the crowd with practiced ease, her gaze trained on the spot where Nowa was likely to appear.
The moment finally came when she saw him walk through the door, casually dressed but radiating an effortless charm. He was with a few friends, laughing and chatting animatedly. Cessy took a deep breath and approached the group, a friendly smile on her face.
“Hey, Nowa!” she called out, her voice cheerful and genuine.
Nowa turned, his expression shifting from surprise to recognition. “Oh, hey Cessy,” he said, his tone warm but casual. “Nice to see you here.”
Cessy’s heart skipped a beat. “I didn’t know you were into art,” she said, trying to sound casually interested.
“Yeah, I’m a bit of an art enthusiast,” Nowa replied, his smile widening. “I come to these events to unwind and check out new works. What about you?”
“Oh, same here,” Cessy replied, her smile never faltering. “I love discovering new artists and seeing different perspectives. Do you have a favorite piece here?”
They fell into conversation, discussing various artworks and sharing opinions. Cessy was careful to maintain a balance between being engaging and not overwhelming. She knew that she needed to make a lasting impression without coming on too strong.
As the evening progressed, she managed to spend a significant amount of time in Nowa’s company, blending seamlessly into the group. At one point, when their conversation shifted to a lighter topic, she noticed Nowa’s laughter was genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It was a small victory, a sign that her presence was being acknowledged, even if subtly.
After the event, Cessy walked back to her dorm, her mind racing with reflections on the evening. She felt a surge of satisfaction; her plan had worked. She had managed to integrate herself into Nowa’s world a little more, making strides towards her ultimate goal.
But as she settled into her bed, she couldn’t shake the nagging thought that her efforts were only the beginning. There were still so many layers to unravel, so many obstacles to overcome. The presence of Nowa’s friends, and the subtle hints of other admirers, were constant reminders of the competitive nature of her pursuit.
Determined not to let her progress wane, Cessy resolved to delve deeper into understanding Nowa’s world. She would need to be even more strategic, more calculated in her approach. The game was far from over, and every detail mattered. Her fixation was not just about proximity; it was about becoming a crucial part of his life, one that couldn’t be ignored or easily replaced.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Cessy closed her eyes, imagining the myriad possibilities that lay ahead. Her obsession had become her art, her ultimate challenge. And she was prepared to master it, no matter the cost.
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Tajemnica / Thriller"POV of Cessy Cessy was an ordinary girl in her final year of college, but her life was consumed by an extraordinary fixation. She was captivated by Nowa, a classmate who seemed to embody everything she desired. Every glance he cast, every word he s...
