Lily POV
The walk through the university halls felt endless, each step echoing my mounting dread about the confrontation that awaited me. By the time I reached the history lecturer’s office, my palms were sweating and my heart was racing—though whether from nerves about his reaction or the lingering trauma of what had happened with Kai, I couldn't tell.
I stood in front of his door for what felt like an eternity, my hand raised to knock but unable to follow through. The brass nameplate—"Department of History"—seemed to mock me as I struggled to gather the courage to face his disappointment and anger.
What would I even say? That I'd lost track of time while having a romantic picnic with my mate? That I'd been so caught up in stolen moments of happiness that I'd completely forgotten my academic responsibilities? The truth sounded pathetic even in my own mind.
