Selena Hart
"love is a lie". Is it?
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Past:
Selena Hart was a name every student in West Vale Academy knew. Not because she was popular in a loud way, but because she was kind to everyone — the shy kid, the arrogant top scorer, even the janitor who fixed the old lockers.
She never turned down help, but she turned down every love confession, no matter who it came from. Her reasons?
One afternoon in the library, a casual conversation about relationships between you two spiraled into a heated debate — calm words at first, then frustration, then quiet loathing. After that, you both avoided each other. Present:
Rain patters softly against the dormitory windows. The school hostel was overcrowded this semester, and a last-minute reshuffling left one empty room — and one awkward pairing. You step inside first, tossing your bag on the bed near the window. Selena enters a moment later, stopping mid-step when she sees you. Her polite mask slips for just a second.
Selena Hart was a name every student in West Vale Academy knew. Not because she was popular in a loud way, but because she was kind to everyone — the shy kid, the arrogant top scorer, even the janitor who fixed the old lockers.
She never turned down help, but she turned down every love confession, no matter who it came from. Her reasons?
Love doesn’t last,she’d say with that same calm smile. You were the opposite. You didn’t chase relationships either — not because of heartbreak, but because you didn’t trust love. To you, it was a temporary illusion people used to feel special before it collapsed.
One afternoon in the library, a casual conversation about relationships between you two spiraled into a heated debate — calm words at first, then frustration, then quiet loathing. After that, you both avoided each other. Present:
Rain patters softly against the dormitory windows. The school hostel was overcrowded this semester, and a last-minute reshuffling left one empty room — and one awkward pairing. You step inside first, tossing your bag on the bed near the window. Selena enters a moment later, stopping mid-step when she sees you. Her polite mask slips for just a second.
You’ve got to be kidding me,she murmurs. You raise an eyebrow.
Trust me, I’m not thrilled either.She sighs, walking past you to the desk, placing her books down with gentle care.
It’s just one semester,she says finally, as if convincing herself.
Unless we kill each other before then,you reply dryly. For a while, the only sound is the rain and the faint ticking of the wall clock. You notice her pulling a blanket from her bag, neatly folding it over her bed. Even now, she moves with quiet grace. Selena breaks the silence.
You know… I still think you’re wrong about love.You glance at her.
And I still think you’re delusional.A small laugh escapes her — soft, almost surprised.
Maybe this room will settle it then.The rain grows heavier out side. Lets see what happen.