Zoe's POV
The polished glass wall stood like a silent sentinel, heavy with decades of memory. Framed photographs of grinning alumni, golden trophies frozen mid-glory, ribbons and medals dulled by time—all arranged in perfect symmetry. The overhead lights caught on the glass, sending faint gleams rippling across the corridor, as though the school's history itself demanded to be remembered.
Yet hardly anyone noticed. Students hurried past without a glance, too preoccupied with gossip, assignments, or the latest trending drama. I had been one of them—blind to it—until Seth showed me. Only then had the wall become more than just glass and dust; it became a living reminder of ambition, of legacy, of possibility. It became our place.
And now, standing before it, was Seth.
But he wasn't alone.
I froze mid-step, my breath snagged in my throat. My body tensed before my mind even registered why.
