Chapter 12
The Things You Can't Take Back
The next morning—
The silence didn't exist anymore.
It was louder.
Sharper.
Everywhere.
Bela felt it before she even entered the classroom.
Whispers in the corridor.
Glances that lasted too long.
People who didn't even try to hide it anymore.
"…That was her bottle."
"I swear I saw it."
"Why would he—"
"Are they…?"
Bela's steps slowed for just a second.
Just one.
Then she kept walking.
Because stopping—
Would mean acknowledging it.
And she wasn't ready for that.
Not yet.
When she entered the classroom—
Everything paused.
Just for a moment.
Then resumed.
But differently.
Not subtle anymore.
Now—
It was obvious.
Bela walked to the last bench.
Sat down.
Vihaan was already there.
Of course.
Same as always.
As if nothing had happened.
As if yesterday—
Didn't exist.
Bela placed her bag down quietly.
"…Good morning," she said.
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A pause.
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"…Morning."
Normal.
Too normal.
Bela stared at her notebook.
"…You drank from it."
The words came out before she could stop them.
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Silence.
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Then—
"…Yeah."
That was it.
No explanation.
No hesitation.
Just—
Yes.
Bela turned to him.
"That was my bottle."
"I know."
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Her breath caught slightly.
"…You knew?"
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A pause.
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"…Yeah."
Something inside her—
Shifted.
"…Then why did you—"
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"Because I wanted to."
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The answer came so simply—
So directly—
That it left no space for anything else.
Bela stared at him.
Her heart—
Beating faster than it should.
"You don't do things without thinking," she said.
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"That's your assumption."
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"It's not."
A pause.
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Then—
"…Then stop trying to understand everything."
That again.
That wall.
Bela looked away.
Because this time—
It didn't frustrate her.
It confused her.
More than before.
"Wow."
The voice cut through the moment.
Loud.
Clear.
Ritika.
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She walked toward them.
Not hiding anything now.
Not pretending.
Her steps confident.
Her expression—
Anything but calm.
"Didn't know we were doing public scenes now," she said.
Bela didn't respond.
But her fingers tightened slightly.
Ritika stopped right in front of their desk.
"Want to explain?" she asked, looking directly at Bela.
"Explain what?" Bela replied quietly.
"That," Ritika said, her tone sharp. "Yesterday."
Bela met her gaze.
"It was just a bottle."
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A small laugh.
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Cold.
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"Right," Ritika said. "Because people just casually drink from someone else's bottle."
Bela didn't reply.
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Because she didn't have an answer.
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Not one she could explain.
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Ritika's eyes shifted to Vihaan.
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"And you?"
Silence.
"…What about me?" he said.
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"You don't do that."
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"I did."
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"That's not the point."
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"Then what is?"
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The tension in the room thickened.
People weren't even pretending not to listen anymore.
They were watching.
Waiting.
Ritika stepped closer.
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"This isn't a game," she said.
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Vihaan didn't react.
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"It never was."
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That answer—
It wasn't loud.
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But it hit.
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Hard.
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Ritika's expression changed.
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For a second—
Something broke through.
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Hurt.
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But it disappeared just as quickly.
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"…You've changed," she said quietly.
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"No," he replied.
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A pause.
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"I haven't."
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Silence.
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Ritika looked at him—
Like she was searching for something that wasn't there anymore.
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Then—
Her gaze shifted back to Bela.
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And this time—
It wasn't just irritation.
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It was something deeper.
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"You should be careful," she said.
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Bela frowned slightly.
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"Why?"
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Ritika smiled.
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But it didn't reach her eyes.
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"Because people like him don't stay."
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The words hung in the air.
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Heavy.
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Familiar.
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Bela felt them settle somewhere inside her.
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Because she had heard something similar before.
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From Samar.
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From life.
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From herself.
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But this time—
They felt different.
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More real.
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More dangerous.
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Ritika stepped back.
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"Just don't say I didn't warn you."
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And with that—
She walked away.
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The classroom slowly returned to noise.
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But not completely.
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Because something had changed.
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Again.
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Bela sat still.
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Her thoughts—
Messy.
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Unclear.
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Confused.
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"…You shouldn't let her talk like that."
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Vihaan's voice.
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She looked at him.
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"…Why?"
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"Because she doesn't know anything."
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A pause.
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"…And you do?" Bela asked softly.
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Silence.
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Then—
"…Enough."
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That answer—
It wasn't satisfying.
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But it wasn't empty either.
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Bela looked down at her hands.
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"…Why did you do it?" she asked again.
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This time—
Quieter.
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More honest.
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Not about the bottle.
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About everything.
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Vihaan didn't answer immediately.
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Then—
"…I told you."
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"Because you wanted to?"
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"…Yeah."
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A pause.
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Bela nodded slowly.
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Because maybe—
That was the only answer she was going to get.
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The rest of the day passed differently.
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Not quiet.
Not loud.
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Just—
Aware.
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Every glance meant something now.
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Every whisper had weight.
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Every moment felt… noticed.
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After school—
Bela stayed back again.
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Not for the court this time.
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Just—
To think.
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She sat alone in the classroom.
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The silence finally returning.
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But her mind—
Didn't.
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Because no matter how much she tried to ignore it—
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One thought stayed.
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Clear.
Persistent.
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Unavoidable.
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He knew.
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And he still did it.
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Not by accident.
Not by mistake.
But by choice.
And that—
That scared her more than anything else.
Because if this wasn't nothing—
Then what was it?