Distorted Memories

Distorted Memories

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She have this dreams so many times, a familiar dream-is it really familiar? How will she know? The city, buildings, people, university is so familiar yet unfamiliar, can she know why? The feeling of being lost, being empty, being unknown, why does she kept on feeling those? "Is it normal? Do others feel it? Or is it just me?" "Do I really know who I am?" "Do I really know them?" Questions keep flowing, but she chooses to ignore and hide the feeling, putting up an unbothered mask, and just focusing on being the best student she could ever be. [CONTENT WARNING!] *This story contains strong language, violence, drugs, mental disorders, and social issues. Read at your own risk.* 07/01/2020
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Xyrianna Isabella Alkaraz stepped onto the campus of Shiniell University like a leaf carried by the wind. Young, eager, and swept toward the unknown. With a full scholarship in hand, she makes her way to the campus of Shiniell University, stepping into a world where dreams are waiting to unfold. Yet this new beginning comes with a bittersweet price-leaving behind the warmth and comfort of home. The path ahead was unpaved, lit by the glow of possibility, yet shadowed by the ache of letting go. Across the same campus, Professor Roxiette Avegayle Fontana moved like a storm held tightly behind glass-elegant, contained, and impossible to read. Her charm was the kind that lingered like perfume in a closed room, but she was no open book. To her, people were mirrors: she reflected only what they brought to her. If you remained a stranger, she made sure the distance stayed. As Xyrianna wandered through this new world with the wide eyes of someone stepping into a dream, and Professor Fontana stood steady like a lighthouse that refused to guide, their worlds began to drift closer. Unseen threads pulled gently between them, like two stars slowly drawn into the same orbit-quietly, curiously, inevitably. ✎ᝰ. Shiniell University Series 2: MHMIMP ✎ᝰ. First Generation (Different Story) ✎ᝰ. Professor × Student Trope ✎ᝰ. WLW - Women loving Women ✎ᝰ. Language: Tagalog-English

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