Betty's POV. 

I stood on the balcony, carefully gathering the clothes I had hung out to dry earlier. The evening breeze brushed softly against my face, cool and refreshing after the long, exhausting hours of lectures.

For the first time that day, the world felt refreshing as no chatter from classmates, no rush of footsteps in crowded hallways, just the gentle swaying of fabric and the distant buzzing of the city below.

I picked a sleeve between my fingers, inhaling the faint scent of ...