In a classroom filled with students, a black-haired boy sat with his head resting on his hand.
Class was about to begin. Most of the seats were filled. Yet the room felt empty.
Alden knew why. The ruins attack had claimed too many first-years.
Aziel, ever the loudmouth, sat one row ahead.
"You know, bro, and then what happened…"
Aziel was at it again—bragging about his spiritual awakening.
Alden had stopped counting after the sixth time. Or maybe the seventh.
No—definitely the tenth.
Fucking ten.
Cecilia cheered again at the exact same part.
Tsk. People in love are crazy.
And one such lunatic sat right next to him.
Amyra.
She'd been staring at him nonstop for the last ten minutes. Not even pretending to be subtle anymore.
Alden exhaled. He didn't know how to deal with this.
He'd had a girlfriend in his previous life—Elene. His only one. His childhood friend. The one person who truly understood him.
So when it came to feelings like these… he was clueless.
