RAGING WITHIN

GIRL'S SUITE:

Minnie walked into the suite, expecting to see Snow, but instead, she found Violet opening the door.

"Oh, Violet! You guys are back! How was the party?" Minnie asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Violet's expression was grim, her eyes flashing with anger. "Well, it...didn't exactly go as planned," she said, her voice tight.

Minnie's eyes widened, her mind racing with possibilities. "What happened? Why is Snow...?" she trailed off, waiting for Violet to fill in the blanks.

Violet's voice trailed off, and Minnie's eyes sparkled with intrigue.

"Trust me, Minnie, you wouldn't believe it," Violet said, shaking her head.

Minnie's curiosity was piqued. "I don't understand what happened," she pressed, trying to get Violet to spill the beans.

Violet sighed, flopping down onto the couch. "Snow kissed Oliver," she said, her voice flat.

Minnie's eyes grew wider and wider as the story unfolded. "What? How did that happen?" she asked, her voice full of surprise.

Violet's expression turned bitter. "She was drunk, and she just...did it. And Oliver didn't even stop her!" she exclaimed.

Minnie's face was a picture of shock. "Oh my God, Violet! How could you...I mean, how could Snow do that?" she asked, trying to process what she was hearing.

Violet's voice rose. "How could she do that? She had no right to kiss my boyfriend!"

Minnie's eyes flashed with frustration. "But Violet, you didn't tell Snow that Oliver was your boyfriend. She was drunk, Violet! She didn't know any better!"

Violet's face turned red with anger. "Drunk doesn't mean she had the right to kiss my boyfriend!" she spat.

Minnie threw up her hands in exasperation. "Violet, come on! You can't blame Snow for not knowing. And besides, you're the one who said you needed space. What did you expect Oliver to do?"

Violet's expression turned bitter. "I expected him to wait for me, not go around kissing other girls!"

Minnie sighed, trying to reason with Violet. "Violet, you can't have it both ways. You either want Oliver or you don't. And if you do, then you need to communicate with him, not just expect him to wait around for you."

But Violet was beyond reason. She turned on her heel, stormed into her room, and slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Minnie standing alone in the suite, shaking her head in dismay.

"What is wrong with you, Violet?" Minnie muttered to herself, throwing up her hands in frustration.

>>THE NEXT DAY

Snow's eyes fluttered open, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare that had shaken her awake.

She was drenched in sweat, her heart racing with fear. The memories of her past, which she had thought were long buried, came flooding back, making her feel scared and vulnerable.

As she rolled over in bed, her wig slipped off, and she let out a soft gasp. She sat up, panting, trying to calm herself down.

Just then, a knock came at the door. "Snow, do you want some pancakes?" Minnie's voice called out.

Snow hesitated, not feeling like talking to anyone. She didn't answer, hoping Minnie would go away.

But Minnie persisted, knocking gently on the door. Snow finally got out of bed, opened the door, and found Minnie standing there with a concerned expression.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," Minnie said, eyeing Snow's disheveled state.

Snow forced a smile, trying to brush off her bad mood. "I'm fine, Mini. Just didn't sleep well, that's all."

Minnie looked skeptical but didn't push the issue. "Okay, well, if you're sure you're fine... Do you want some breakfast?"

Snow shook her head, her mood suddenly turning cold. "No, I don't want anything."

Minnie raised an eyebrow, sensing the change in Snow's demeanor. "Okay, well, I'll just leave you alone then."

As Minnie turned to leave, she remembered something and her expression softened slightly. "Snow?"

Snow turned back. "Yeah?"

Snow's voice was barely above a whisper. "By chance do you remember what happened last night??"

Snow's eyes fluttered, but she brushed it off quickly. "No. Was there something to remember??"

Minnie nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She knew Snow wasn't curious type, but she wasn't remind her about what had happened the night before.

As Minnie left, Snow couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside her.

She knew she had to push through the day, but her cold aura had already begun to envelop her, making her feel distant and detached from everyone around her.

*****

As Snow emerged from her room, she headed towards the bathroom, her cold aura preceding her like a dark cloud.

Violet, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, stood frozen, unsure of how to react.

The tension between them was palpable. Violet's eyes darted nervously around Snow's face, searching for a glimmer of emotion, but Snow's expression was impassive, her eyes fixed on some point beyond Violet's shoulder.

Without a word, Snow walked past Violet, her movements economical and deliberate.

Violet's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't try to stop Snow or initiate a conversation.

Minnie, who was watching the exchange from a distance, whispered to Violet, "I don't think she remembers what happened last night. I think she's in her own world."

Violet's eyes narrowed. "You mean her cold space?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Minnie nodded. "Yeah, I think she's in that era this week."

Violet's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh my God."

Minnie shrugged. "Yeah, let's just have breakfast. I don't think we'll be seeing the fun side of Snow this week."

As they walked away, Violet couldn't help but steal a glance back at Snow, who was now disappearing into the bathroom.

Violet's expression was a mixture of concern and wariness, unsure of how to navigate Snow's icy demeanor.

★

Minnie rushed to class, not wanting to be late. As she hurried down the corridor, she spotted William and Oliver walking together.

William called out to her, and she quickened her pace to catch up with them.

"Hey, where are you headed?" William asked, falling into step beside her.

"I'm heading to class," Minnie replied, glancing at her watch. "I'm running a bit late."

Oliver nodded sympathetically. "Where's that sassy tongue loosed queen?" he asked, as he spoke with much sacarsm.

Minnie's expression turned serious. "You mean Snow. Yeahh!!! Snow's not really someone you want to talk to right now."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Minnie hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Snow has these... episodes, where she just shuts down emotionally. We call it her 'cold space.' She becomes really distant and detached, and it's hard to reach her."

William's eyes narrowed. "Why does she do that?"

Minnie shrugged. "I'm not really sure. But trust me, you won't find her likeable if you disturb her when she's in that state."

Oliver snorted. "I don't think she's ever been likable to me, so I don't see how it could get any worse."

Minnie shot him a warning look. "Don't underestimate Snow's cold space, Oliver. It's not something to be taken lightly."

Oliver intervened, his voice smooth. "Don't worry, Minnie. I'll take care of it."

Minnie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What are you going to do?"

Oliver just smiled. "Just watch." He said. "Where is she right now?"

"Heading out. Why ask??" Minnie queried him. "You'll see." Oliver spurted before walking away.

William turned to Minnie. "How about I escort you to your lectures?"

Minnie's face flushed, but she tried to play it cool. "Okay, sure."

William grinned. "Great. Let's go."

~PEACE'S CEMETERY- 9PM

Snow walked alone through the cemetery, her feet carrying her on autopilot as her mind wandered to the past.

She climbed the stairs, her eyes fixed on a specific spot in the distance.

The sound of leaves crunching beneath her feet was the only sound that broke the silence.

As she reached the top, she stopped in front of a tombstone, her eyes scanning the inscription:

"David Asunim Robin"

Her father's name.

Snow's gaze lingered on the words, her expression a mask of calmness.

But beneath the surface, emotions churned. She dropped the flowers she had brought, her hands trembling slightly.

"It's all coming together again, Dad," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I'm scared, Dad. I'm afraid. And I don't have you here with me. What do I do, Dad?"

The words poured out of her, a mixture of sadness, fear, and desperation.

But despite the turmoil, Snow's eyes remained dry, her expression frozen in a cold, hard mask.

"The dream... it's been a part of me," she continued, her voice cracking slightly.

"It's becoming more like a shadow of me. I'm starting to feel like I'm losing myself, Dad. I'm losing myself in this darkness. I don't know how to escape."

Snow's voice trailed off, and she stood there in silence, her eyes fixed on the tombstone.

She felt like she was drowning in her emotions, like the weight of her past was crushing her.

"What do I do, Dad?" she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "I wish you were here with me, Dad. I wish you could tell me what to do."

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unshed tears.

Snow felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss.

She didn't know how to take another step forward, didn't know how to escape the darkness that was consuming her.

As she stood there, the wind rustling through the leaves, Snow felt like she was losing herself, like she was disappearing into the shadows of her past. And she didn't know how to find her way back.

After standing in front of her father's tombstone for what felt like an eternity, Snow finally mustered up the strength to tear herself away. She whispered a soft "I'll be back, Dad" and turned to leave.

As she walked away from the cemetery, Snow felt a sense of numbness wash over her.

She decided to take a detour to a nearby café, a place her dad used to take her whenever she was feeling down.

The familiar surroundings and comforting aromas of freshly baked pastries and steaming coffee always seemed to lift her spirits.

As she pushed open the door and stepped inside, Snow was immediately enveloped in a sense of warmth and comfort.

The café was just as she remembered it – cozy, inviting, and filled with the sweet scent of baked goods.

She felt a pang of nostalgia wash over her, and for a moment, she forgot about her troubles.

But as she waited in line to order, Snow's reverie was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Snow?"

She turned around, her eyes scanning the crowded café until they landed on Oliver, who was standing by the window, a cup of coffee in hand. Snow's eyes narrowed, her expression wary.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, hee voice firm.

Oliver shrugged, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Just grabbing a coffee. What about you?"

Snow's eyes flicked to the counter, where the barista was waiting to take her order. "It's about an hour drive from campus to here. So what the hell are you doing here ," she replied, her voice brief.

Snow's eyes flashed with annoyance as she turned to face Oliver. "Oh, please, Oliver, what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice low and even.

"Just to show how annoying you've also been to me too."

"Well, sorry that I've always been like this," she said, her voice cracking. "And I promise you, from now on, I won't disturb you ever again."

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, looking like he'd been punched in the gut.

"Snow, wait..." he started to say, but she was already turning and storming out of the café.

"No, that was not supposed to happen," Oliver muttered to himself, shaking his head.

He quickly took off after Snow, chasing her out of the café and into the bright sunlight.

As he ran after her, Oliver couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He hadn't meant to hurt Snow's feelings; he'd just wanted to teach her a lesson.

But now, as he watched her retreating back, he realized that he might have gone too far.

As Oliver struggled to catch up with Snow, his mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions.

He had thought he was just trying to teach her a lesson, to show her how her behavior affected others.

But now, as he watched her retreating back, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he had made a mistake.

Why was her smile suddenly more important to him than anything else?

Why did it hurt him to hear her say that she would never disturb him again?

Oliver's thoughts swirled with questions, and he couldn't seem to find any answers.

What was happening to him? He had always thought of himself as a straightforward guy, not prone to complicated emotions.

But now, as he chased after Snow, he felt like he was losing his footing.

Oliver's mind flashed back to all the times he had clashed with Snow, all the times he had thought she was just being stubborn and annoying.

But now, he saw her in a different light. He saw a vulnerable girl, who feels hurt and scared, and something inside him shifted.

He realized that he didn't want Snow to stay away from him. He wanted her to come back, to smile at him again, to argue with him again.

Oliver's heart sank as he admitted to himself that he had felt attracted to Snow, that went beyond mere annoyance or frustration but he declined all the affections saying they were just sorry for Snow.

As he finally caught up with Snow, Oliver's thoughts were a jumble of emotions.

He didn't know what to say, or how to react. All he knew was that he wanted to make things right, to apologize for hurting her, and to find a way to make her smile again.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment.

But as the kiss grew more passionate, Leo stared into her eyes and she gave him permission to continue.

He took a step back, his chest heaving, and then, without a word, Leo turned and closed the door.

He rushed over to meet Violet and they kept on going.