"Montenegro!" Everyone fell silent at our teacher's sharp tone. No one dared to speak, so I did.
"Sir, he's absent."
"Again. It's been five weeks since he last attended class." Sir shook his head, disappointment flickering in his eyes.
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"Valencia." I froze mid-step and turned toward him.
"Yes, sir?" He walked closer, hesitation written across his face.
"Um… can I ask you for a favor?" My brows furrowed.
"What kind of favor, sir?"
"Could you visit Montenegro? Please—beg him to come back to school." He handed me a small slip of paper with Drein's address scrawled on it.
"A-ah… alright." Drein Klyfer Vinluan Montenegro. The crazy one.
I've always wondered why he hadn't been sent to an asylum yet. Everyone knew there was something wrong with his mind—he overthinks everything. One small gesture and he starts imagining things that don't exist. He sees what others can't. He hallucinates.
