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"Sophie, I'm sorry." He reached for me, but I stepped back. "I messed up. I really messed up. I didn't even know what I was doing back then."
"After you left, I realized I can't live without you. I really... really miss you. Every day. I went to Harvey to find you. Waited outside. Tried to get in. But you were just… gone. I couldn't find you anywhere."
Tears fell from Lucas's eyes as he kept apologizing.
I wearily lowered my head and closed my eyes. This boy who had walked beside me through so many chapters of my childhood had turned into a stranger.
The old Lucas would never have treated me this way.
He was no longer the boy who once shielded me from the rain with his jacket, standing tall as he told me, "Sophie, I'm here. You're safe."
That version of him had lost with time.
"Lucas!" Lila's voice cracked from a few yards away. He didn't even turn his head.
Suddenly, she turned to me, sobbing. "Sophie, please… I only have Lucas. Don't take him from me, okay? I'm begging you."
Years of dance training and strict dieting had left her with a delicate, so pitiful—the kind that made everyone feel protective when she cried.
"Shut up! I told you we're done. Get lost!" Lucas shouted in fury.
"I just want to know what I did wrong," she sobbed. "Tell me—please—I love you. I don't want to lose you."
I had no interest in their drama, so I simply closed the door.
Their love story was something I neither wanted to know about nor be involved in.
I was a senior now. As my teacher said, nothing was more important than the SAT.
My sole focus was getting into Oxford.
Later, Verla sent me updates about the Lucas and Lila fiasco. It turned out that a bunch of her National College Audition dance titles were rigged. Rumors said she even bribed a judge.
Every student who participates in performance auditions suffers so much—wiping away countless tears before continuing to train, floors soaked with their sweat and gritting their teeth to keep going.
Lila's action was infuriating. There were too many talented dancers and too few opportunities.
The scandal broke online. Lila had gained some minor internet fame for her innocent face.
As the story spread, her scores were revoked. You could say she was completely disgraced.
Having lost everything, she clung desperately to Lucas.
But he got so fed up with the drama. His parents transferred him out of the school just to get her off his back.
The gossip page that once hyped their relationship now expressed nothing but disillusionment.
I viewed it all as a joke and focused entirely on my studies. The countdown pages on the bulletin board got thinner every day.
Every student wanted more time—there was always another concept to master, another formula to review.
To be honest, I often saw Lucas standing outside the school when I was on the tenth-floor hallway. Most times, he just stood there silently, then left after a while.
Finally, the SAT arrived.
It rained heavily on exam day. I remember the math section was brutal.
By the fifth question, my heart sank. My palms were sweaty, and cold perspiration formed on my forehead.
After leaving the exam room, I felt doomed.
The stairwell buzzed with complaints. "God, that math section was evil."
But time never stops for anyone's complaints, and college exams don't get easier just because we want them to.
The final subject was Essay. I read through my essay one last time. Checked for missing answers.
Then I capped my pen. Outside the window, everything was lush green, while the classroom was completely silent.
As the warning bell sounded, with just five minutes left...
My high school years and my youth were about to bid me farewell.
Walking out of the exam hall, then the school building, I looked back at The Harvey School, where I'd spent only a year and a half, feeling a wave of emotions.
I smiled as I waved goodbye to my youth: Farewell, Harvey. Farewell to my eighteen-year-old high school life.
No one can stay eighteen forever, but there will always be eighteen-year-olds.
"After you left, I realized I can't live without you. I really... really miss you. Every day. I went to Harvey to find you. Waited outside. Tried to get in. But you were just… gone. I couldn't find you anywhere."
Tears fell from Lucas's eyes as he kept apologizing.
I wearily lowered my head and closed my eyes. This boy who had walked beside me through so many chapters of my childhood had turned into a stranger.
The old Lucas would never have treated me this way.
He was no longer the boy who once shielded me from the rain with his jacket, standing tall as he told me, "Sophie, I'm here. You're safe."
That version of him had lost with time.
"Lucas!" Lila's voice cracked from a few yards away. He didn't even turn his head.
Suddenly, she turned to me, sobbing. "Sophie, please… I only have Lucas. Don't take him from me, okay? I'm begging you."
Years of dance training and strict dieting had left her with a delicate, so pitiful—the kind that made everyone feel protective when she cried.
"Shut up! I told you we're done. Get lost!" Lucas shouted in fury.
"I just want to know what I did wrong," she sobbed. "Tell me—please—I love you. I don't want to lose you."
I had no interest in their drama, so I simply closed the door.
Their love story was something I neither wanted to know about nor be involved in.
I was a senior now. As my teacher said, nothing was more important than the SAT.
My sole focus was getting into Oxford.
Later, Verla sent me updates about the Lucas and Lila fiasco. It turned out that a bunch of her National College Audition dance titles were rigged. Rumors said she even bribed a judge.
Every student who participates in performance auditions suffers so much—wiping away countless tears before continuing to train, floors soaked with their sweat and gritting their teeth to keep going.
Lila's action was infuriating. There were too many talented dancers and too few opportunities.
The scandal broke online. Lila had gained some minor internet fame for her innocent face.
As the story spread, her scores were revoked. You could say she was completely disgraced.
Having lost everything, she clung desperately to Lucas.
But he got so fed up with the drama. His parents transferred him out of the school just to get her off his back.
The gossip page that once hyped their relationship now expressed nothing but disillusionment.
I viewed it all as a joke and focused entirely on my studies. The countdown pages on the bulletin board got thinner every day.
Every student wanted more time—there was always another concept to master, another formula to review.
To be honest, I often saw Lucas standing outside the school when I was on the tenth-floor hallway. Most times, he just stood there silently, then left after a while.
Finally, the SAT arrived.
It rained heavily on exam day. I remember the math section was brutal.
By the fifth question, my heart sank. My palms were sweaty, and cold perspiration formed on my forehead.
After leaving the exam room, I felt doomed.
The stairwell buzzed with complaints. "God, that math section was evil."
But time never stops for anyone's complaints, and college exams don't get easier just because we want them to.
The final subject was Essay. I read through my essay one last time. Checked for missing answers.
Then I capped my pen. Outside the window, everything was lush green, while the classroom was completely silent.
As the warning bell sounded, with just five minutes left...
My high school years and my youth were about to bid me farewell.
Walking out of the exam hall, then the school building, I looked back at The Harvey School, where I'd spent only a year and a half, feeling a wave of emotions.
I smiled as I waved goodbye to my youth: Farewell, Harvey. Farewell to my eighteen-year-old high school life.
No one can stay eighteen forever, but there will always be eighteen-year-olds.
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