Chapter 62 The Saddest Part
Chapter 62 The Saddest Part
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The white ceiling of the clinic wasn’t much help to my racing thoughts. It was too in, leaving my mind at the mercy of the unwanted memories I wanted to forget. Somewhere in the background, the soft tapping of the nurse’s footsteps echoed as she moved between the beds, her shoes clicking against the sterile tiles<b>. </b>
knew it should have feltforting to have someone nearby, yet all I craved in that moment was silence.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the noise of my mind to quiet..
Why as I still feeling this way?
I came to Elite fully aware that there was no chance left for me. That door had closed long before I ever considered applying I had made my peace with it–or so I thought.
<b>And </b>yet, here I was, lying on a damn clinic bed, my chest tightening because <b>the </b>man I liked wouldn’t even bother to nce
<b>my </b>way.
It wasn’t Arden’s fault. I knew that deep down.
She <b>hadn’t </b>done anything wrong. In fact, she had done everything right. She was the kind of person who didn’t even <b>realize </b>the way people looked at her. The way he looked at <b>her</b>.
I swallowed hard, feeling my <b>throat </b>tighten.
She didn’t ask for <b>his </b>attention, and he didn’t belong to me. So why did it still feel like an act of betrayal
The nurse’s footsteps gradually faded away, and I assumed she had gone to fetch something from the supply room. I thought that perhaps the ensuing peace and quiet would offer <b>some </bfort, but it didn’t. At this point, I had a feeling that nothing <b>would </b><b>make </b>me feel okay except for the passage of time,
Even that remained uncertain.
Just then, the door creaked open.
I didn’t need to look to <b>know </b>it <b>wasn’t </b>the nurse returning.
There <b>was </b>a soft rustle of movement followed by giggles, <b>and </b>then, unmistakably, the sound of kissing filled the room.
I cracked one eye opeh<b>, </b>staring at the pale blue curtain drawn between my bed and the next. Seriously? They were actually doing <b>this </b>here? In the clinic
I frowned, turning my face away in annoyance, hoping they’d get it over with quickly and leave me to my thoughts. But then, a familiar scent drifted through the air, wrapping around me like a memory I wished to <b>avoid</b>. My stomach turned.
No
I hesitated, wrestling with my better judgment, but curiosity ultimately got the best of me. I peeked through the small gap in the curtain and instantly regretted it.
Rowan was there.
His hands rested on the girl’s waist, their mouths locked together as she submitted to him.
thought his eyes were closed, but they snapped open andnded right on me.
My eyes widened, and <b>a </b>small gasp escaped my lips, yet even then, he didn’t pull away from her.
Instead, he kept going–like he was daring me to look away. But <b>I </b>knew I couldn’t
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Chapter 62 The Saddest Part
It was like trying TO avert
my gaze from a car crash I knew wasing.
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My breath caught in my throat, my fingers curling into the sheets beside me. Heat surged up my neck, <b>leaving </b>me utterly humiliated.
He finally pulled back slightly. His <b>hand </b>remained on the girl’s <b>waist</b>, but the expression on his face had darkened.
The girl turned, annoyance radiating from her. Her eyesnded right on me. “What the hell are you looking at?”
I turned away sharply, my heart <b>hammering </b>as shame crawled under my skin.
I stared at the wall, attempting to <b>convince </b>myself that the ache in my <b>chest </b>was merely residual from a headache.
“Just go.”
“What?” the girl replied, incredulous. “Rowan, let’s just keep going-”
“Go,” he repeated, his voice firmer this time. I could hear her continuousints followed by the sound of footsteps and the door closing-
Silence engulfed the room, stretching out for what felt like an eternity.
I didn’t dare <b>look </b>at him. I kept my eyes fixed on the folds of the curtain beside me. My <b>skin </b>still burned from what I had -Witnessed earlier.
Finally, after what felt like an hour but might have been only a minute, <b>Rowan </b>broke the silence.
“You should’ve found another partner,” he muttered, referring to Miss Loveson’s semester project.
I bit my lip as he continued.
“I won’t be <b>able </b>to do it with you.”
“I know,” I replied, my voice meek. “But we don’t have a choice.”
“I already asked her to switch me,” he said. “She didn’t agree.”
<b>My </b>eyes finally shifted to him.
He stood by the other bed, hands shoved deep in his pockets, hair messily tousled. He looked every <b>bit </b>as tired as I felt.
Try telling her yourself,” he added, not even bothering to look at me.
I swallowed hard, allowing the silence to linger once more. “What if I don’t want to do that?”
His eyes turned to me sharply, brows furrowing in frustration. “You’re seriously being difficult againg
Difficult.
I couldn’t muster a response. I turned my head to the side, <b>staring </b>at the <b>wall </b>again, battling the heat prickling behind my eyes. I despised how he could still get under my skin with a single word<b>. </b>
He sighed heavily.
“Why did you evene to this school?” he asked pointedly. “You were set to go to another one. I heard from your mom.”
I took me a moment to gather my thoughts. How could I respond when I knew the truth?
That I came here because of him.
Because a foolish part of me believed there was still something to salvage between us. That maybe, if I was here, he’d renember what we once had.
Yet now, all I felt was irrevocable regret, coupled with the persistent longing that still <b>resided </b>in my heart.
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I cleared my throat, determined to steer the conversation away. “Do you like Arden?”
That question made him pause.
He turned slowly, brows raised in surprise. “What does that have to do with <b>you</b>?”
I felt the words cut deep.
“She’s my friend.” I <b>maintained</b>, striving to keep my voice steady. “If you’re serious <b>about </b>her, then… kissing someone else in The school clinic isn’t a good look.”
Rowan clicked his <b>tongue </b>and looked away, contemting his response. “Arden is…” He ran a hand through his hair, <b>searching </b>for the right words. “She’s different.”
The words <b>hit </b>me harder than <b>I </b>anticipated.
I bit the inside of my cheek, tasting iron.
“I got it,” I said, perhaps a bit too quickly. I turned my body toward the wall, desperately hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremble in my hands
Rowan fell silent for a moment. Then, <b>his </b>voice returned, colder now.
“We don’t have to see each other much for the project, he stated matter–of–factly. “We know each other well enough anyway. We can figure it out with <b>minimal </b>contact.”
His words insinuated that I was merely an obligation he had to tolerate..
<b>I </b>nodded slowly, even though he couldn’t <b>see </b><b>me</b>. “<b>Sure</b>.”
He didn’t bother to say goodbye when he left. I heard his footsteps retreating, <b>and </b>then the door clicked shut behind him.
Only then did I allow myself to blink rapidly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.
He was right.
<b>We </b>knew each other.
<b>And </b>perhaps <b>that </b>was the saddest part of all.