These past few weeks had been the best of my life.
Everything was going so well it almost felt dangerous—like the universe had finally decided to be kind, and any second now it would remember I wasn't supposed to get this lucky and yank the rug out from under me. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Just something to wake me up. The days just kept being… good. Really good.
I was done with exams. I'd been terrified going in. The rumors about how brutal third-year papers were had kept me up for nights, revising until my eyes burned and my notes looked like abstract art. But when the questions actually appeared on the screen, they weren't impossible. Challenging, sure. But fair. I knew the material. I'd worked for it. And when the results dropped last week, every single grade was higher than I'd dared hope. I stared at the screen for a full minute before I believed it was real.
For once, things were going my way.
