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Inessa had always been in love with the school. Its architecture never failed to captivate her. While she appreciated the sleek modern aesthetic of her home, there was a certain allure to Wyndham College that she couldn’t resist. From the ominous gates that guarded the grounds to the arch that welcomed visitors upon entry, every detail exuded a sense of history.
The old halls echoed with whispers, filled with statues and paintings that seemed to come to life in the dim light. But it was the gardens that held a special place in her heart. And of course, the library, with its towering shelves and hushed atmosphere.
As Inessa reflected on her affection for the library, she pondered the true source of her attachment. Was it the physical space itself, with its towering shelves and hushed ambiance, that drew her in? Or was it the people she encountered within its walls, each interaction leaving a mark on her memory? Or was her love for the library rooted in something more fundamental: her insatiable thirst for knowledge. The pursuit of learning, the quest for success?
As Inessa entered her third year at Wyndham College. in her time at the school, she had exploreded every nook and cranny of the library, her presence a familiar sight among the towering stacks of books. It hadn’t always been her top choice of places to spend her time; when she first started school, she often found herself on a bench outside of the dorms, surrounded by the quiet beauty of nature.
Though, it wasn’t always quiet. No, not really. It was here, as students entered and left their homes, that they often let their guard down, their conversations veering from academic pursuits to more personal matters. Inessa found herself drawn to these moments of vulnerability, relishing the snippets of conversation that drifted through the air like secrets waiting to be discovered. It was in these exchanges that she found a different kind of knowledge, one that spoke to human nature. Inessa found herself immersed in a world of whispers and revelations, each one offering a glimpse into the lives of those around her.
Before she made a name for herself, of course, As her reputation grew within the school community, she found herself in a position where she no longer needed to rely on subtlety to achieve her goals. With her intelligence, charisma, and natural leadership abilities, she had earned the respect and admiration of her peers, allowing her to navigate the social dynamics of Wyndham College with ease. No longer relegated to the sidelines, Inessa now stood at the forefront of campus life, her presence commanding attention wherever she went.
Hayes’s response caught her off guard. His voice, devoid of emotion, struck her as unusually cold and distant. Was he intentionally being yhis way? Inessa couldn’t think of a reason for his abrupt demeanor, especially in such a casual interaction.
As Hayes echoed her words, His cryptic response only added to her confusion, leaving her to wonder about the meaning behind his words. Was he referring to their shared history, or was there something more beneath the surface? Despite her curiosity, she chose not to press him further, respecting his desire for privacy.
Hayes’s playful response elicited a grin from Inessa, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. Despite his initial attitide, she sensed a warmth in his demeanor as he engaged in banter with her. With a chuckle, she played along, enjoying the camaraderie they shared. “Maybe I should start charging for my company if I’m in such high demand,” she said back, matching his light-hearted tone. “And as for the summer, well, let’s just say it was eventful enough to make coming back here seem like a breeze.”
Her curiosity piqued by Hayes’s unexpected presence. Inessa’s mind buzzed with curiosity as she pondered what Hayes had been up to over the summer. Had he embarked on any exciting trips? And who had he spent his time with during the break? The questions swirled in her thoughts, eager for answers as she awaited his response.
Inessa’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. “You know you could’ve reached out and told me you were coming back….” voice dripped with a hint of pettiness, her tone laced with a touch of sass. “Or just reach out in general.” She let out a soft sigh, her words tinged with a playful yet pointed reminder of the importance of communication a friendship.
As Inessa thought over Hayes’s lack of communication, a nagging question lingered in her mind: was there a reason he left her without a word? Despite her uncertainty, one thing remained clear to her: their friendship, their closeness, should have meant something.
Inessa pursed her lips in anticipation as she waited for Hayes’s response, her impatience bubbling beneath the surface. “Regardless, I am glad you are here,” she declared, her tone softened by genuine affection. Placing her free hand on his arm, she let her thumb gently rub the worn leather he wore. “I am thankful we have another year together. I feel there’s so much we have yet to do!” Her words carried a sense of optimism and enthusiasm, back to her usual bright exterior.
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