yet a peculiar flutter twined its way around her heart, whispering of some looming surprise. There's a saying that women's intui

l, a petite object reminiscent of a piece of chalk. But no, it was a... milk candy. Alongside, a minuscul

n, seemed more cordial than ever, the charming contours of his mouth gently curving into a smile as if they'd been close sin

d his smile remained, Bella was distracted by L

hat you h

he candy and pointed toward the do

s get ready. The less

lling to divulge. However, she couldn't shake off the notion that, recently, somethi

by chronic insomnia. Otherwise, it served as a tranquilizer, lulling the soul into a realm of dreamy oblivion.

ejections, feeling awkward yet daring not to confide in anyone. Another le

tly undulating across the surface, akin to Bella's emotional turmoil, wanti

anxiety, excitement, and anticipation, and she gradually adopted the hab

countered something round, akin to... the candy from the day before. Hurriedly, she looked toward

similarly reaching the previous. Linda found i

ored to force a smile, masking whatever thoughts threatened to surface. She didn't want Linda to kno

Bell

ae whenever a conversation began. She glanced at a boy at the bac

cate? Do you like him or something?" Caught off guard by Linda's inquiry, Bella

tion in her mind but failed to find an answ

someone was watching and smiling at her. Everyone dreaded Mondays, the start

matured, intensifying its chill and cloaking the sky in a golden hue akin to ripe paddy fields, imbued with dementia m

thin a more significant yet unspoken love. But as she stepped into the classroom, the bubbling joy and excitement withi

membered something David had once said. She hesitated for a long while, whispering about the necessity of fairness and honesty, but would David get mad about it? Her hesitation lingered, but eventually, the roll cal

ing her usual enthusiasm. Linda gently nudged her, whispering, "What's with you today? Did you lose your debt

further, obediently focusing on th

r fingers hurriedly fluttered through the pages toward chapter three, yet it eluded her grasp. "Class president," Profes

ed forward, deliberately turning pages in a playful sabotage.

of turning pages. Professor Brown teased Bella with a playful spirit, aiming to uplift her mood and instill a light-heartedness into

s. "Professor Brown, is this how a girl acts when a boy steals her soul? I want to try it once." A girl seated below cheerfully poked

giving the class hearty laughter. She cast a carin

if you're distracted, love mig

ophony of disjointed thoughts, self-dubbing as the fool amidst them. As the bell signaled the end of the lesson, Bella hastily packed he

t, seeking solace yet finding none. She must hasten home for resolution, she thought, growin