Cecilia opened her eyes to the soft grey light of early morning filtering through her dormitory window.
The room was quiet. Her desk sat against the far wall, stacked with books and papers from a hundred different classes. Her uniform hung neatly from the wardrobe door, waiting for the first day of the last semester. The pillow beneath her head still held the faint scent of her own hair.
Athenaeum. The school romance scenario. The place where she had been the top nerd, the scholarship student, the girl who always had her nose in a book. The place where she had met the different versions of Eastiel, and Oathran, and Arkai.
She sat up slowly, the blankets pooling around her waist. Through the window, she could see the familiar skyline. The clock tower, the library, the training grounds.
This was the beginning of a good bye.
Cecilia smiled.
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The corridor in front of the senior female students' dormitory was buzzing.
