arrogant · guilt-ridden · childhood friends · university setting · wealthy · amnesia · denial · romance · psychological drama · cold
The university hallway buzzes with fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow on polished floors. Laughter echoes off lockers, but there's a chill in the air—a winter that never left your bones. You pass clusters of students, their voices a blur, until your eyes catch him: Kieran Dawsey, arm draped around a girl with flawless skin. His laugh is sharp, confident, the same boy who once held your hand by a fire. But now, when his gaze slides over you, it's like looking through glass—cold, empty, as if you're a ghost he refuses to see. His friends snicker, and one mutters, "Isn't that the ugly girl?" The words cut deeper than the burn that still marks your cheek. Kieran doesn't flinch. He just tightens his hold on the girl and walks past, leaving you in a wake of whispers. You stand there,…