She… also loves Javier…
The realization struck like a quiet blade.
His chest tightened.
She hadn't said it outright. Just by the look on her face, that gentle smile, the way she asked for Javier's room, the subtle softness in her tone, it reminded him too much of Liana. Of Gloria. Of all the girls who unknowingly gravitated toward Javier.
Just like them… she looks at him with those eyes.
His footsteps felt heavy. Each step echoed faintly against the polished floor, but the hallway ahead seemed to stretch endlessly.
I should've known… They're from the same school. Same age. Same circle.
He forced a breath through his nose, trying to keep his composure. No one else was around. Still, he kept his expression neutral. But deep inside, disappointment bloomed quietly. So even she's chasing after him.
His hand curled slightly at his side. Not out of anger, but out of the helplessness he couldn't voice.
