She was just walking. No destination in mind, just the echo of her own footsteps and a breeze that carried too many thoughts.
Then she saw her.
Then she saw her.
A towering poster loomed ahead Mira. Perfect, polished, the kind of woman people called flawless. Gorya’s idol.
Rose’s eyes traced the gleam of it, almost ready to step closer-
Until she noticed someone.
Ren.
Standing beneath the glowing screen.
Beside him… a girl.
Gorya?
He leaned in, close enough that it looked like a kiss might follow. Rose slowed, brows pulling together.
Then he smiled.
Pulled back.
Said something that turned Gorya’s cheeks warm, her head dipping with a shy shake.
Rose stood there a moment longer, watching The scene unfold Infront of her.
Since when had they been so close?
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The next day, school buzzed with its usual chaos, but Rose’s mind was miles away—until a whispered rumor snapped her sharp.
“Thyme gave Hana a red card.”
Hana. Gorya’s friend. Not hers. But… Gorya would be there.
Her heart jolted.
Without a second thought, Rose bolted from the hallway, the sound of her footsteps pounding a frantic rhythm.
I made a mistake to leave that jerk live, she thought, fists clenched, breath ragged.
The stadium was only a few blocks away, but it felt like miles under her sprinting feet.
As she rounded the corner, the scene unfolded like a fight she didn’t want to miss.
Gorya stood in the center, gripping a hair clipper like a weapon, eyes burning fierce and unblinking.
Thyme faced her, arms crossed, posture stiff as stone, unmoving, like a challenge incarnate.
The crowd’s murmurs twisted into a tense hush.
And then Rose lost it.
slow and deliberate, clapping—clapping loud and sharpcutting through the silence like a whip.
One slow clap.
Two.
Three.
Her eyes locked onto Thyme’s, daring him to break first.
Then she rose, every inch a storm, and marched straight up to him, standing tall and unflinching right in his face.
“Really, Thyme?” Her voice was low,“You think you can throw a red card like you own the place? What, you think you’re?”
The stadium felt smaller now, charged with the electricity of their clash.
Thyme’s jaw clenched, but his gaze didn’t falter.
Rose leaned in, her breath hot against his cheek. “i let you go that time doesn't mean I will now Also I think I don't want to see me like that again”
She lean back
"And if I start here, the little reputation you have will be gone soon"
The crowd shifted, whispers rippling like waves, watching the fierce showdown.
Gorya’s grip on the clipper didn’t loosen, but her eyes flicked between Rose and Thyme, a silent war waging in her expression.
Rose felt the weight of it all the anger, the fear, the unspoken battles beneath the surface.
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