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The fallout from the Concours felt like a physical weight on the campus. Rodhil had become more intense, his love feeling more like an obsession. He bought me a piano for my dorm room, he sent flowers every morning—but he never asked how I was. He only asked if I had practiced.
One afternoon, I escaped to the "Glass Garden," a hidden conservatory at the edge of the school grounds that students rarely visited. The humid air smelled of lilies and damp earth. I just wanted to be Aril for five minutes.
"You're hiding again."
I gasped, spinning around. Kian was leaning against a marble pillar, his school tie loosened, looking effortlessly handsome in a way that made my pulse race.
"I'm not hiding," I lied, though my voice betrayed me.
"Your heart is beating so loud I can hear it from here," he said, walking toward me with that slow, predatory grace. He didn't stop until he was inches away. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lace of my collar. "He's stifling you, Aril. You're wearing the jewelry he bought you like handcuffs."
"He loves me, Kian."
"He loves the way you make him look," Kian countered, his voice dropping to that husky whisper that always made my knees weak. He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. "Tell me... when was the last time he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered? Not the music. Not the reputation. Just you."
Before I could answer, Kian did something he had never done. He grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him. The world stopped. My hands instinctively landed on his chest, feeling the steady, thundering beat of his heart.
"I've waited two years to do this," he murmured.
He didn't kiss me—not yet. He just held me there, in the silence of the garden, letting me feel the difference between Rodhil's cold perfection and Kian's burning heat. For the first time in months, I felt alive.
That night, my phone buzzed.
[Unknown Number]: "Meet me at the rooftop of the South Wing at midnight. No more shadows. No more games. It's time you knew the truth about the messages."
My heart was in my throat. I climbed the stairs, the cold wind whipping my hair. When I pushed open the heavy iron door, a figure was standing by the railing, looking out over the lights of Manila.
It was Rodhil.
"You're the one?" I whispered, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. "All this time, it was you?"
Rodhil turned around, but he didn't look happy. He looked guilty. "I wanted it to be me, Aril. I really did. When I saw the messages on your phone back in Grade 9... I realized someone was seeing the 'real' you before I even noticed you. I was jealous. I was the Golden Boy, and I couldn't stand that someone else was closer to you."
"What are you saying?"
"I hacked the sender's ID back then. I blocked him. And then... I started sending the messages myself. I copied his style. I used the things I knew about you to make you think it was me. I stole his words, Aril."
I felt like the ground had vanished. "Then who... who was the original? Who sent the first ones?"
From the shadows of the doorway, Kian stepped out. His face was unreadable.
"It was me," Kian said quietly. "I didn't have the status of a 'Vanguard' back then. I was just a scholarship student with a cello and a crush on the girl who sat in the library alone. I didn't think I was good enough to talk to you, so I wrote to you instead."
The truth hit me like a tidal wave. The person who had seen my soul from the beginning—the one who told me to "breathe" when I was overwhelmed—wasn't the Prince. It was the Silent Guardian.
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