Kyra
"Please don't leave me! You're everything I have — my sun, my soul, my heart!"
The voice cried out, desperate, broken.
Fingers clung to another hand, slick with blood and slipping fast. But the grip loosened.
Slipped.
And then — silence.
The body fell.
Off the cliff.
Into the void.
And then—
BANG.
I hit the floor with a thud, tangled in my bedsheets. Cold sweat coated my skin, my heart pounding as if I had actually fallen.
Same dream. Again.
It's always the same.
I sat up slowly, rubbing the back of my head. My chest ached, the pain sharp and raw — like I had just lost someone all over again. It's been like this for as long as I can remember. The same dream, the same fall, the same unbearable grief.
The weird part? I don't even know who's in the dream.
I can't see their faces — just hands, voices, and a sense of something precious being torn away.
It shouldn't hurt like this. It doesn't make sense.
But it does.
Somehow, it does.
I glanced at the clock.
8:00 AM.
"Crap!"
Today's the day. I jumped to my feet, grabbing my towel and dashing into the bathroom like my life depended on it.
I'm the one of the college head this year. It is Custom in Baraley university that the student s before entering into the course they should be prepared for the outer world as well as the college head, what we do is simply try to challenge them in every possible way and bring out their potential
The title may not mean much to outsiders, but here at the University of Baraley, it's everything. A college head isn't just a leader — he's a symbol. A mentor. A nightmare for some. A guide for others.
Today's the official welcome for the new freshmen. The entire batch would be watching. Judging.
And so would the upperclassmen.
No pressure.
I had practiced my lines in front of the mirror a hundred times. Imagined every possible scenario — the shy ones, the rebellious ones, the total weirdos. I just hoped none of them would be too much trouble.
Just let everything go smoothly. Please.
As if on cue, my phone buzzed. Ken.
Ken has been my best friend since the first year. He's the calm to my chaos, the logic to my instinct. Unless someone pisses him off — then he's scarier than me.
"Where are you? The first-years are already in the hall. If you don't show up in the next five minutes, I'm dragging you in by your ears."
"Hold on, I'll be there in a minute!" I shouted, slipping into my hazing coat. "Bye!"
I shoved the phone into my pocket and ran.
Through the corridor. Down the stairs. Past a sleepy security guard who just raised an eyebrow.
Today marks the beginning of a new year, a new batch, a new responsibility.
I just hoped the dream would leave me alone for once.
Little did I know, everything was about to change.