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Max never planned on falling apart during her first week of college. She just wanted a fresh start—new friends, new memories, and a clean slate far away from the past that quietly haunted her. But fate has other plans when a single glance across the canteen pulls her back into the memories she buried deep.

A ghost from her past—her almost-love—reappears without warning, stirring up feelings she thought she'd left behind. As she tries to hold her composure, her new benchmate and unexpected friend, Kitty, slowly becomes her anchor in the storm of emotions. But Max isn't ready to talk. Not yet. Because how do you explain the pain of a love that never fully bloomed but still managed to break you?

Told from Max’s point of view, this is a story of silent heartbreak, healing friendships, and the raw, unfiltered truth of remembering someone you tried to forget. Will Max find closure—or something more—when the past comes knocking again ?

finally it's over between us

After everything with Mike—the messages, the meeting, and the ache I tucked under my pillow—I needed normal. No drama. No hidden feelings. Just... normal.

Turns out, normal doesn't exist in our classroom.

Especially not when Kitty's in one of her moods.

It all started with our Chemistry professor trying to explain something about molecular orbitals, but his handwriting on the board looked more like a doctor's prescription written during an earthquake.

Kitty squinted. "Is that a p-orbital or a pigeon?"

She smirked. "Be serious. We might die without knowing how to bond properly."

Our professor asked a question—some complicated, brain-frying thing about hybridization. The class went silent. No hands raised.

She stood up, cleared her throat dramatically, and said, "Sir, based on my intense inner calculations… the answer is definitely… 42."

The whole class burst out laughing.

Even the professor smiled (barely). "Miss Kitty, are you trying to be smart or just sarcastic?"

"Both," she said proudly. "It's called multitasking, sir."

I swear I almost fell out of my chair. She sat down next to me like nothing happened.

"Why are you like this?" I asked between giggles.

"Because someone's got to be the entertainment in this sad academic movie," she said, twirling her pen.

By the end of the class, Kitty had drawn an actual orbital diagram that looked suspiciously like a heart and passed it to me with a wink.

"You and your mysterious senior," she whispered.

And just like that, the ache came rushing back—but I laughed anyway.

Because sometimes, the best way to carry a heavy heart…

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Ren's lips curved into a small smile. "Hey, idiot."

Kitty shot up, ran to her, and hugged her so tight I thought they might both fall over.

"You said you couldn't come until next week!"

"Plans changed," Ren said quietly. "I needed to get away."

Kitty's expression softened. "I heard about your uncle... I'm so sorry."

Ren nodded. There was sadness in her eyes—but strength, too.

They sat down beside me. Kitty pulled Ren close and looked at me.

"Max, this is Ren—my partner-in-crime since we were five."

I smiled. "Hi. I've heard… so many stories."

Ren chuckled. "Oh god. All lies, I swear."

And just like that, something shifted. The chaos of the class faded into the background.

Three girls. Three different stories. But something about that moment felt... whole.

Like maybe, just maybe, I was finding a little piece of home here

Chapter -6 Chaos,chalk and chemistry