The Architecture of Us

I'd heard the whispers.
Felt undercurrent of tension when the two men were in the same room.

Hayden - the South Pole and Edgar - the North Pole.
Between the poles, there was an unspoken rivalry.
Though Edgar and Hayden never openly clashed, their presence alone drew dividing lines.

But it never meant anything to me.
I didn't fall into the sway of either pole.
To me, the tension was just background noise, another layer of drama in an already chaotic campus life.
I was here to learn, to focus on my own path, and the rest of it was irrelevant.

At least, that's what I told myself.

So why did I find myself tangled up between them?

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