I Knew I Loved You

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vibrant flowers painted a picturesque scene, enhanced by the glistening raindrops that sparkled in the light. A gentle breeze whisper

silently, willing a sense of calm to wash over me. Opening my eyes, I scanned the v

absence had become a familiar pattern, a profound sense of loss enveloped me, refusing to be dismiss

my gaze, I beheld the grand sign that marked my destination: Springtide University. Its name, boldly written in oversized

ourtesy of Rich's scolding. It was hard to summon an appetite when faced wi

ed the area, finding only a handful of students scattered about, enjoying their morning repast. Glancing at my wristwatch,

chicken sandwich and a can of soda. I scanned the room, seeking out a table with just two

ll and a heavy sigh, I chose to ignore the call. His lectures and reminders were all too familiar, especially in the context of starting ane

hinder my path. After all, I am Matilda Rh

ht my attention. Their matching attire indicated that

mentioned that the new transfer student will be joining the HRM program too. Who

an of the College of Business, didn't she? Did she

ory of dropping out and getting expelled from other schools. There were even instances where she vanished without a trace. She was notorious for causing trouble

one of the girls chimed in, "Wow, is

iety. That's probably why schools can't afford to turn her away. But eventua

voices filled the air, contrasting with the peacefulness of the rainy day. Meanwhil

uble! Let's just hope we don't e

are only a few classes in the fourth year. S

on any names?" the oth

e. But the group fell into an uneasy silence, leaving me hanging on the edge of curi

ng area, making me furrow my brow in confusion. I couldn't comprehend what was h

ere!" one girl n

tions. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe he actually showed up today! This day cou

d through. I continued eating, pretending not to notice the comm

way," whispered

to suppress her excitement. "We're in the

n the entertainment industry. The constant attention and thrill-seeking were nothing new to me. Perhaps there were actors, famous athletes, or

me. Slowly lifting my head, I caught a glimpse of the boy who had caused such a commotion. My eyes first lande

nd his perfectly shaped nose complemented his features. Even his long eyelashes rivaled my own. If it weren't for his slightly muscular build, I might have mis

infatuated with wouldn't reciprocate their affections? Society had come a long way, and it was perfectly natural for people to explore their preferences and identit

I even

k brown eyes seemed to peer deep into my soul, as if he could see right through me. I quickly averted my gaze, taking a sip of my soda and savoring its sweetness on my lips. W

g fawned over and adored, but his gaze made me feel superficial and uneasy. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was time for me to show them who I truly was-a narcissistic, egotistical brat who wouldn't b