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an with tired eyes, stamped my withdrawal form with a definitive thud. The sound echoed in the quiet office, a finality I both welcomed and dreaded. F

y seal, a symbol of a dream I had once held

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sent. I looked up, my expression unreadable. He stood there, his eyes

manded, his voice a low growl. "I tr

cy," I stated, my voice calm, almost

ode. We need to talk." He tried to infuse his voice with the old warmth, the famili

there's no new code for you." I gestured to the stamped

ransfer? Our transfer? I was going to handle my papers today. I promise." He rea

"My plans have changed. My fu

ce paling. "But... but w

, my voice devoid of emotion. "You j

the old days. Walking side-by-side, sharing the burden of campus life, the unspoken comfort of a decade-long friendship. But the illusion shattere

urky waters of nostalgia. One last memory of a friendship that had o

Will you... will you still care about me? Once I'm gone?" I knew t

his eyes. Guilt? Regret? He opened his mouth, th

but with a sharp undertone, chirp

e and innocent. "I was looking all over for you! I even brought your study notes, just in case you forgo

a forced smile. "Kassandra, sweetie, you didn't have to." He shot

ting remorse meant nothing to me now. His eyes darkened,

willing to sacrifice everything for, was now hers. The bitterness was a heavy lump in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me

ice cutting through the manufactu

re you leaving because of me? Did I upset you?" Her voice trembled, a picture of delicate vulnerability. Te

ce was impeccable. My mind screamed, Get ou

ice low and dangerous, ign

strong, fueled by a sudden surge of anger. "Chelsea, that's enough! Apologi

ing affection, the last faint echo of our shared past, disintegrated

ound cracked through the quiet hallway, sharp and decisive.

dy. "You want an apology for Kassandra's delicate little feelings? You should be apologizing