[Iraya]
I didn't want to go to school. God knew I didn't want to. But this was my last year, and ditching wasn't an option—not with graduation so close. Just a few more months, and I'd be done with this place for good.
I sat in my car for a moment, gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring me to reality. With a deep breath, I forced myself to open the door and step out.
Just attend class and go home. How hard could that be?
The moment I set foot on campus, I felt it—the weight of a thousand stares pressing down on me like a physical force. Whispers floated through the air, faint but sharp, cutting into me with every step.
"Is that her?"
"Yes, that's her."
"I can't believe Lyander cast Stacy and the others aside for her."
"She's not even that beautiful."
"What did Lyander see in her?"