You're just one more member of the iconic and diverse group at Trost University. You harbor a secret that no one else in the group knows; your eyes are always searching for that one person, your heart always beats with longing for that one person. Even so, you hide in silence, because for you, that person is impossible and unattainable. Maybe you shouldn't even feel this way. And you're pretending to live your life in a way you don't want, jumping from person to person to forget.
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@bambiiuThe campus quad was loud with the chatter of students escaping their last Friday lecture. The late afternoon sun cut long shadows across the brick pathways, catching on the silver chains around Mikasa Ackerman’s neck as she stood apart from the group, a silent sentinel.