Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 15

The final class meeting marked the end of our three years of intense studying. According to tradition at Yardville High School, there would be a farewell banquet tonight a proper send-off for both students and teachers, a grand celebration to put a perfect end to this

chapter of our lives.

After dinner, it was already past 9:00 pm, but no one wanted the night to end. Someone suggested going to a karaoke bar, and since we were all adults now, our homeroom teacher didn't stop us. Instead, she made up an excuse to leave and gave us the time to enjoy ourselves.

I didn't want to stay in the same space as Ethan, nor did I want to constantly be on guard against Leah's manipulative tactics.

I was thinking of finding an excuse to leave when Lyla clung to my arm with excitement and wouldn't let go.

"Eve, let's have a little bit of alcohol, okay? How about a mojito? I've never had alcohol before, and I really want to try it. I wonder if it's as good as people say." Lyla looked at me with her eyes full of eager anticipation.

I knew her parents were very strict with her. She had never had a drop of alcohol in her Ete. So, upon seeing her with those bright, hopeful eyes, I just couldn't say no. "Alright, but let's make a deal," I said while checking my phone. "It's 10:00p.m. now. We'll go home at exactly midnight, and you can only try a little bit-no overindulging,"

a gaze Lingering on

and

the room, I overheard Leah asking Ethan, "Erhan, are you going

was calm. "Do you

all be going our separate ways. Opportunities to hang out like this will

smiled faintly. "Then let's

had never been interested in socializing with our classmates. He was generous, polite, and helpful throughout our three years of high school, but that didn't

group activities unless it was necessary. But tonight, he accompanied Leah because she wanted to go Sometimes, I didn't understand my former self. So many little details had clearly shown me how much Ethan favored Leah, yet I remained

either standing or sitting, I didn't feel like singing or drinking, so I found an inconspicuous corner to sit in, resting my head on my hand while watching the others have fun. I felt like an outsider in

had been so incredibly happy then, thrilled that I had finally

eagerly looking forward to the day

when suddenly someone called