After some time at college...
"Ugh, how boring," Min groaned, throwing her head back dramatically.
Mr. Feng's lecture had just ended - and it had drained every ounce of energy from her.
"Totally boring," she muttered again.
"Yes, of course," Lucky agreed quickly, clearly still half-asleep.
"I don't think it was that bad," Ishana said, tilting her head. "Not completely boring... but maybe just a little."
As they spoke, two familiar voices chimed in behind them.
"Hey guys!" Sam and Imm walked over with easy smiles.
"Was it Mr. Feng's class that just ended?" Sam asked knowingly.
"How did you know?" Ishana asked, surprised.
"Only his class has that soul-sucking effect," Sam smirked.
Imm stepped forward. "By the way, are you guys free now?"
"Of course," Ishana nodded. "Do you need help with something?"
"Yes," Imm smiled. "We need help rearranging the Arts Club room."
"We're in," Ishana answered without hesitation.
They followed Sam and Imm to the old Arts Club room. The scent of paint and paper hung in the air. Cella was already inside - along with Luke and his friends.
Seeing Luke , Ishana asked Imm and Sam if they knew about Luke's family.
No not . We only know how he was at college. Otherwise we don't know anything about him. They answered.
They started to cleaning.
Suddenly Ishana's attention was caught by a painting.
It stood alone in the corner - covered slightly by a cloth.
It was a painting of a woman, and it held a kind of haunting beauty - tender, yet strong. The detail in her eyes made Ishana step closer, unable to look away.
"Senior Imm..." Ishana whispered.
"This painting..."
Imm followed her gaze. "Oh, that one."
"It's... beautiful," Ishana breathed. "It feels alive. Who painted this?"
"That's Luke's," Imm said casually.
"What?" Ishana turned in surprise.
"Yeah," Sam added. "You like it that much? Take it. There are so many paintings here. Most of them are just sitting around. Luke doesn't care anymore. Better someone who loves it keeps it."
Unbeknownst to them, Luke had been standing nearby - quiet, watching.
Sam noticed first. Well, Ishana? Say yes for keep it.
"I... I'd love to keep it," she said softly, eyes still on the painting. "It's... really special."
"I want one too!" Min suddenly said, clearly impressed.
Sam turned to her - but caught Luke's gaze first. Luke's eyes weren't cold... they were unreadable. Watching Ishana.
Suddenly, Cella stormed over, eyes narrowed.
"Hey, junior. Do you really think you can just take that painting?" she snapped.
Ishana flinched. "I... I asked..."
Cella's voice rose. "Anything that belongs to him belongs to me. Got it?"
"But I found it first-"
"You don't get it, do you? Whatever belongs to him belongs to me!"
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Mafia's Passionate Secrets
Short Story"In the shadows of power, love ignites. But in a world of secrets and lies, can four couples survive the darkness that surrounds them?"
