The morning felt heavier than it should have, even with sunlight spread softly across the courtyard like warm silk. Sera walked through campus with her scarf tucked neatly around her neck, the gentle breeze brushing past her as though trying to wake something inside her.
Her steps were steady, measured—nothing unusual to anyone watching. But something beneath her ribs felt… unsettled. Not anxious. Not sad. Just vaguely out of place, like a melody played in the wrong key.
The campus buzzed around her. Students hurried past with coffee cups, arguing about last night's assignments, laughing too loudly, living loudly. But she felt slightly apart from it all, like she was walking underwater while the world moved above the surface.
She reached the classroom early and sank into her usual seat near the window. The sunlight warmed the wooden desk, sliding across her hands and notebook like a gentle reminder that the world was still bright even if her chest wasn't.
She opened her book, glancing at the neat handwriting on the previous page. Normally that calmed her. Today the lines looked too sharp, too precise, like they belonged to someone steadier than she felt.
The door opened.
Julian stepped inside.
The room reacted instantly—the subtle shift she always noticed even if no one else did. Students straightened, conversations softened, all the small signs of respect he commanded so effortlessly.
But today… he carried something different in his posture. His shoulders were a touch stiffer. His steps a bit too precise. His gaze slightly too focused straight ahead.
He set his things down in practiced silence and adjusted the papers unnecessarily. Only after he organized everything with surgical care did he finally look at the class.
His eyes passed over her almost too quickly.
A glance that wasn't a glance.
Not cold. Not warm. Not searching. Not avoiding.
Just… a brush of attention, brief enough that she almost wondered if she imagined it.
Something inside her dipped.
She lowered her gaze, tracing the line of her pen with a thumb that wished it didn't shake.
Julian began the lecture, voice steady and clear. Every word crisp. Every explanation precise. Nothing overtly wrong. Nothing undeniably off.
But the small things lived between the lines.
He didn't pause to breathe the way he usually did after each complex point. He didn't glance at her row while explaining difficult models. He didn't slow down when he reached examples that always made her smile faintly.
He kept the lesson safe. Neat. Untouched.
And though no one else noticed—Sera felt every inch of the distance.
She took notes, her handwriting neat as always, but her mind pressed against the memory of yesterday—when he had looked at her longer, softer, uncertain in a way that made her chest ache.
Today he didn't let that softness show.
Maybe he didn't even feel it.
When class ended, she packed her things deliberately, slower than necessary, giving him room—giving him the chance to speak if he wanted to.
But he didn't.
He clicked his pen closed with mechanical precision, slipped it into his pocket, and gathered his papers. His movements were too clean, too organized—as if order was the only thing keeping him balanced.
Finally, he looked up.
"Have a good afternoon, Miss Kim."
Miss Kim.
Not her name. Not the softer tone he used sometimes without realizing. Not the familiarity that had lingered a little too long last week.
Just a polite, distant address.
Something inside her chest tightened, sharp and unexpected, but she hid it under a small, practiced smile.
"You too, Professor."
Her voice didn't waver. Her steps didn't falter.
But the moment she turned away, she felt the tiniest collapse inside her.
Not visible. Not loud. Just a quiet fall, like a single flake of ash drifting down.
The hallway felt too bright. She blinked against the light, letting the chatter around her settle like a fog. Minji spotted her almost immediately.
"Sera! Why do you look like you're walking out of a documentary about broken hearts? Come here."
Haerin smacked Minji lightly, whispering, "She looks normal, stop exaggerating."
But Haerin watched Sera a beat too long.
"You okay?" she asked, not teasing this time.
Sera nodded. "Just tired."
She always said that. But today, the words felt heavier on her tongue.
Minji looped their arms together. "Let's eat something sugary. Sugar fixes everything. Except exams. And boys. And—"
"Stop talking," Haerin said.
Sera laughed softly. The sound surprised even her—light, automatic, but empty somewhere beneath it.
They walked together across the courtyard, sunlight filtering through the trees, falling in golden patches on the stone path. Sera listened to them complain about assignments, joke about professors, argue over hairstyles. Normally she would jump in, tease them back, add something witty.
Today she nodded more than she spoke. Her mind wandered more than it listened.
At one point Eunwoo joined them, cheerful as always. He nudged her shoulder gently.
"You're quiet," he said. Not accusatory—just observant.
"She's always quiet," Minji replied.
Eunwoo shook his head. "No. Today she's quiet in a different way."
Sera blinked, forcing a smile. "I'm fine."
He didn't believe it.
But he let it go.
Sometimes letting go was the only kindness people could offer.
Later, when she finally walked home alone, the air felt colder than it had in the morning. Her steps echoed softly in the quiet path, each one measured, steady, but carrying a weight she hadn't acknowledged yet.
Her mind kept replaying the smallest moments:
The glance that passed over her. The clipped "Miss Kim." The missing softness.
Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe it was simply a busy day. Maybe tomorrow everything would feel normal again.
But somewhere deep inside her — somewhere she didn't want to touch — a hairline crack spread a little further.
Invisible to the world. Barely visible to her.
A quiet beginning of something that would soon be impossible to ignore.
Sera reached her apartment door, pausing with her key held gently between her fingers. She inhaled slowly, as if steadying her heartbeat before stepping inside.
"Maybe it's nothing," she whispered.
But the ache that stayed with her until she fell asleep told a different story.
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Ready for Chapter 32, Jayalakshmi?
This is the chapter where:
Sera's internal breaking becomes clearer
Julian senses something slipping but doesn't understand
Her distance grows in a way he finally notices
And the emotional tension tightens one more step toward heartbreak