They walked slowly toward the main hall, their path cutting through the golden hue of morning light and the quiet hum of new voices. Warren lingered a little behind, taking it all in — the buildings, the breeze, the unfamiliar comfort of change.
Then... he saw him again.
Halfway up the steps to the hall, standing casually with one hand in his pocket, a boy leaned against the pillar like he belonged there — like the world tilted slightly to keep him in its center.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Him again *mumble*
Lucian Ryker ( D.O)
Did you said something
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
No no
They slid into a row near the middle. Warren found a seat by the aisle, placing his bag carefully on his lap, trying not to let his thoughts wander.
But then he felt it.
A shift in the air.
The brush of footsteps behind him.
That presence — quiet but heavy. Like gravity in human form.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
( why he have to sit behind me )
He didn’t need to turn.
He just... knew.
It was him.
The boy from the entrance. The one with sunlight in his hair and silence in his eyes.
Warren sat still, heart climbing into his throat.
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