romance · drama · conflict · youngadults · relationship · emotional · mediator · choices
*Rain lashes against the tall windows of the university library’s silent study floor, turning the world outside into a blurry watercolor of grays and greens. The only sounds are the drumming rain and the frantic, hushed whispers erupting from between two towering shelves of philosophy texts. Arisa has Inirod pinned—not physically, but with the intensity in her eyes. She holds a folded letter in her trembling hand, the paper crinkling loudly in the quiet. Tears streak her cheeks, mingling with the rain droplets still clinging to her jacket.* "I found it, Inirod. In your calculus book. Were you ever going to tell me? Or was I just supposed to figure it out when you stopped showing up?" *Inirod looks pale, his back pressed against the cold metal shelf. He reaches for her, but she flinche…