Key’s Point of View
“If you know you're no longer happy and everything's a mess, let go.” — rrrrrylleism

It’s been three weeks.
Three weeks since that incident. I haven’t heard from anyone since. I’ve locked myself inside my condo unit, hoping—maybe even praying—that Gio would call. That he’d explain what I saw. Because if he asked for forgiveness? I’d take him back. I’d forgive him, even if right now, he’s the very reason I feel like I’m falling apart.
Classes have been suspended since that day. Parents were worried—some even blamed the Dean for what happened. The news spread like wildfire. His name was dragged through the mud. Madame Seirra said she would fix everything. That we just had to trust her. That things would return to normal soon.
But fear was already deeply rooted. I heard that some students were traumatized—some even transferred to different schools. The Dean became everyone’s punching bag. People said he was useless. That the academy should just shut down.
Imagine that. His name is filthy. Parents pointed fingers at him. Reporters swarmed his house, but he never once faced the cameras.
That same night the incident happened, I wasn’t myself. We hung out at the bar in the headquarters and drowned ourselves in endless bottles of alcohol.
FLASHBACK
I gasped, setting down the shot glass after gulping the bitter drink. The burning sensation rushed through my system, making me squeeze my eyes shut as the world spun around me.
I noticed the serious looks Merville, Yvo, and Bolt were giving me. They were clearly wondering why I was drinking so recklessly.
"Is something going on between you and Gio, Mavis?" Bolt asked, his voice calm but serious.
I laughed, even though tears were already falling again. I could feel a sharp, suffocating sadness clawing at my insides. My heart was a whirlwind of anger and pain.
"That bastard hooked up with that flirt, Ingrid," I said with a bitter laugh, even though it felt like I was slapping myself with every word.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I grabbed the vodka bottle and took several long swigs. Heat flushed through my body as I exhaled.
"Those two are the worst—they even kissed right in front of me. No shame at all. Bold as hell." I laughed again, even though it hurt so damn much. "And that jerk Fraser? He didn’t even care. He chose to walk away with that damn Ingrid instead of staying with me, his girlfriend." I chuckled bitterly. "Fuck both of them. Haha."
END OF FLASHBACK
I rolled my eyes as tears fell again. Damn it. This is getting ridiculous. I’ve been crying for almost three weeks now—because it really hurts. And for three long weeks, Gio hasn’t even tried to call. In that time, all I’ve done is eat and sleep. Dash even told me I’ve been acting weird lately.
I glanced down at the tattoo on my wrist: Vaney. I remember the day Gio and I got matching tattoos. He kept asking if it hurt, even when it didn’t. He kept checking if I was okay. And of course, he took tons of photos of me that day.
And now I’m crying again. I want to sob, to scream, but I can’t. I don’t know why I’m like this—why I keep bottling everything up and staying silent. So even when I cry, it’s always the quiet kind.
That’s just who I am.
Eventually, I cried myself to sleep without realizing it.
It was around seven in the evening when I woke up. My eyes were swollen and heavy. I checked my phone to see if Gio had called or sent a message—nothing. Disappointed, I put it back on my nightstand and stood up. I went to the bathroom, peed quickly, and left. No reason to linger.
I lay down again, forcing myself to fall asleep even though it was useless.
Then my phone rang.
I didn’t hesitate. I answered right away.
"Hi, Vaney. I missed you so much," I said eagerly.
I was desperate to talk to him. Just hearing his voice made me feel overjoyed.
"Let’s meet. Same restaurant. ASAP." His voice was cold.
But I ignored that and smiled anyway. "Okay! Are you picking me up?" I asked hopefully.
He sighed from the other end. "No. Bring your own car."
"B—" Before I could say another word, he hung up.
I sighed and got up. I showered quickly and wore something simple. No more fussing—I just needed to see him.
As I drove, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind.
Would he apologize? Explain everything? Or... was this the end?
I shook my head, rejecting the last thought.
Tsk. He’s not going to break up with you, Mavis. This is Gio. He loved you so much, remember?
I arrived at the restaurant—the same one where I had said yes to him. The waiter led me to the same private room.
Gio stood when he saw me. I hugged him tightly. But he didn’t hug me back.
I froze. Embarrassed, I pulled away. He kept his head down, avoiding my eyes.
"Vaney... aren’t you happy to see me?" I asked with a forced smile.
I tried to stay cheerful, though I didn’t know whether to cry or hold back.
"Mavis." His tone was serious.
I smiled weakly, locking eyes with him. He exhaled deeply.
"I’m building borders between us, Mavis."
I understood what he meant. But I didn’t want to accept it. I knew what he was saying. And this... this was exactly what I feared.
I forced a laugh, though tears were already brimming. "Stop joking. That’s not funny."
"Mavis, I’m cutting our strings—"
"Stop! Stop joking! It’s not f*cking funny!"
I slammed my hand on the table. Tears spilled down again.
"I’m breaking up with you—"
"Seriously?! Without any explanation?!" I shot up from my seat.
"You don’t deserve an explanation!" he shouted. I froze. "I... I don’t deserve you! I don’t deserve a d-demon like y-you! You’re a k-killer! What the hell?! What kind of person are you?!" He was shaking.
"You’re the one who needs to explain, Mavis. You! I’m the one who deserves answers!"
"Why did you have a gun that night, huh? What kind of person are you really, Mavis? Are you even normal? Or are you one of them?"
Why does everyone look at me like I’m some kind of monster?
Am I?
"I—I like Ingrid."
I stood there, stunned. Laughing like a madwoman through my tears.
"So that’s your type, huh? You should’ve just said so! You should’ve told me you liked sluts like her! That you liked girls with bodies like hers, so I could’ve changed myself too!" I screamed. My knees gave out.
"You didn’t need to change yourself—"
"And I don’t understand why it had to end like this," I sobbed. "Tell me, Gio. Where did I go wrong? What did I lack? Why did you look for her instead of me?" I asked, and he stayed silent. I wiped my never-ending tears.
"Why did you come into my life if you were only going to leave? Why pursue me if you couldn’t even stay satisfied?"
"Didn’t it occur to you to ask me if I agreed with this breakup? Gio, please… d-don’t do this." I begged.
I dropped to my knees, clutching his hand, sobbing, shaking my head.
"Mavis, I’m sorry."
I nodded. "Will your sorry bring back the person I used to be, Gio?" I asked gently, voice raw.
"Please, Mavis. Don’t hate me—"
"Gio! You stabbed me and now you’re asking me not to bleed!"
"I’m sorry. Let’s be strangers. Strangers with memories." He turned and walked away.
I collapsed into my seat, weeping uncontrollably. It hurt—more than anything.
This was where I said yes to him… and this was where he ended us. He made his promise here. And this is where he broke it.
It’s funny, isn’t it? The day I gave him my heart… was the same day he shattered it.
And yes, today was supposed to be our first month together.
I lazily answered my ringing phone when I saw Merville’s name on the screen.
“Mavis,” she said, voice tight. She sighed heavily. “Hayes and Dash are missing.”
And that’s when everything went to hell.
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