In the quiet corner of the library.
Elizabeth sat at a polished wooden desk. Her black eyes were fixed on the open book before her, but her gaze wasn't really reading the words.
She had come here like she always did, after classes, to study. As a second-year student ranked first, it was expected that she maintain her place.
Falling behind in theory would only give others a chance to catch up.
She wasn't bad at studying. If she hadn't put much effort into it, she would still be above average.
But she knew she had to work harder if she wanted to stay at the top. Even so, today wasn't about studying.
She wasn't here for formulas or historical texts. She was here because she needed to distract herself from her own restless thoughts.
The library's stillness was soothing, the soft hum of pages turning and the occasional shuffle of footsteps giving it life.
But Elizabeth's mind was nowhere near the books. Her eyes remained locked on the same page for what felt like hours.
