Angela sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft glow of her desk lamp casting elongated shadows across her dorm room. Her laptop was open in front of her, a blank document blinking accusingly, but her thoughts refused to settle on her coursework as her mind replayed the events of the day. Edmund's confession, Elena's lingering gaze, and the whispers that had followed her through the hallways, it all collided in her thoughts like pieces of a puzzle she couldn't quite fit together.
Her fingers brushed the edge of her notebook, but instead of writing, she found herself tracing absent-minded patterns on the paper. What does Elena want? The question echoed in her mind, growing louder with every heartbeat. She thought back to their conversations, each one laced with a subtle curiosity that now felt invasive.
"You must be close to Edmund," Elena had remarked once, her tone casual, but her eyes too sharp.