Angela read Peter's journal.
All of it.
Every torn piece.
Every shaky sentence.
The part where he confessed he nearly kissed Eva.
The part where he said he didn't, but wanted to.
And the part that hurt most…
> "I feel safest when Angela prays.
But I feel freest when Eva talks.
And I hate that it's even a comparison."
She sat in the chapel for hours.
Phone off.
Tears silent.
Spirit numb.
She didn't hate him.
But she hated what desire was doing to them.
---
Peter, outside, was pacing.
Sonia came out from the far end, eyes sharp.
> "So this is it?
You're just going to let a whole new girl come and scatter everything?"
> "I didn't plan it."
> "You didn't block it either."
Peter didn't reply.
> "I thought you loved her," Sonia pressed. "I thought God was involved. Now you're moving like every other hormonal final-year brother."
He snapped.
> "Don't judge what you don't understand. I'm fighting, Sonia."
> "Then fight harder."
---
Meanwhile, back in her hostel, Angela called Malik.
No one picked.
She tried again.
Nothing.
She didn't know Malik was in the boys' hostel... talking to Eva.
---
Eva sat cross-legged, sipping malt.
> "I didn't ask him to feel anything for me. You know that, right?"
Malik nodded slowly.
> "You're dangerous, Eva."
She chuckled.
> "Because I didn't lie about who I am?"
> "No. Because you're honest. And honesty from a beautiful woman makes weak men bleed."
Eva paused.
> "He's not weak, Malik."
> "He's confused."
> "So are you."
---
Malik leaned in.
> "Do you want Peter?"
Eva blinked.
> "No. But I want him to admit... that he sees me. Not as a temptation. But as a human."