The social studies classroom had now become the stage for their lack of self-control. Now, both of them on the classroom floor, locked eyes without even blinking until Melia let out a sigh and shook her head repeatedly while now gazing at the ceiling. She closed her eyes in denial and opened them again when she felt a weight on top of her - it was Elijah.He was shirtless, only wearing his jeans. Melia had her top on and just her underwear on the bottom. Elijah leaned his elbow on the floor next to Melia's head and used his other hand to brush some hair away from her face. Melia was still in denial."What have you done to me, Jahjah?" Melia asked, unable to help but let out a sigh while gazing at what she considered a beautiful face. "I'm so weak when it comes to staying away from you. I can't go on like this. It's going to make everything harder.""Don't make that 'everything' harder," he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. "Just stay with me. Grouchy... I don't know what you'

"Melia..." She heard a voice sing her name from behind. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" He asked.The aforementioned walked aimlessly deep into the forest. Skalliet was trailing behind her, waiting for her to do something; he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. She continued to sing her name until the characteristic gust of wind that marked him was felt close to her; Skalliet was in front of her. "I think someone is very sad," Skalliet said amidst his singing. "You shouldn't be, my treasure." He cradled her face in his hands. "Anyway... He never loved you." "Leave me... alone!" She pushed her, and Skalliet fell a little way from her. He had been telling her what had become very clear to her all the way from the school to deep into the forest. The dark night sky matched the darkness behind the tall trees, the cold breeze, and what seemed to be approaching drizzle. She wanted to be alone; she needed it.Skalliet got up, shaking the sand from his tuxedo with a laugh. "I mis

She could remember it as if it had been yesterday. She vividly recalled that summer day when she went for a walk with her parents through the bustling streets of old Busan, laughing, beaming with a radiant smile. The day couldn't have gone from better to marvelous. The breeze was warm, the scent of freshly baked pastries and fruits filled the air, the heart of Busan was alive. They were celebrating the grand opening of NOPOLITAN, and you could feel everyone's pride and joy everywhere you looked. Rebekah, the girl with a unique charm, had decided to wander away from her parents to explore the various food stalls and sample a bit of everything while chatting with people. Children played merrily, laughter and smiles all around. She observed them as she walked. Her gaze fixed ahead when she spotted a woman sitting alone on a bench, far from the crowd. Without a second thought, Rebekah ran towards the woman, intrigued by her solitude in the midst of the festivities. Her running slowed as s

There was no explanation; no one could provide one, and they all swore by everything. Who could have organized the ancient party in such a short time? Most people wondered, including the entire leadership group. Several days had passed, and they thought that there wasn't enough time to organize the party so quickly. Helena had been tasked with distributing the flyers at the director's request. Unlike the others, she had an approximate idea of who could have organized the party, her own party. The classrooms were filled with students in a brief commotion; there would be no classes today as everyone was at the school to help with various tasks. The purpose of the ancient party, celebrating a fictional character, would come sooner than expected.Tonight, it would begin in the early hours.The director entered the classroom where student Chantai was. He greeted the language teacher and stood before the students."I don't know who to thank for organizing such a perfect party that will take

The faint glow of the lampposts was just on the edge of the darkened sky. The breeze was cold yet strangely warm. The music was in tune with the celebration, and everywhere you looked, it was elegant, more so than anyone had ever imagined. The vast majority of those who usually settled for the first thing they found in their closets were now more than perfect; they caught everyone's attention, the epitome of beauty in their tailor-made dresses, illuminating the campus even more, which served as the backdrop for the dance.The tuxedos fit each of the guys more than perfectly. Their stances and the way they held their partners were in perfect harmony. Tonight was the dawn of a new day when, for once, the majority behaved themselves.In the hallway, Pelinieve struggled with his tie. His white hair was perfectly combed back, his tuxedo fitting him impeccably, but his expression... it was one of displeasure. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this dance. He had no desire to