2. Chapter 2

**Walked through school, feeling tense as I approached class.** The weight of the day hung over me because I had to sit there, forced to maintain eye contact with those *creatures*. As soon as I entered the classroom, I heard the girls snickering and calling me **"shortie."**

Yeah, "shortie." I'm the shortest in class at 5'4", and they never let me forget it. There was a time when their taunts made my blood boil, but lately, I’ve been too tired to even react. What's the point?

I turned to face them, already knowing who it was—Lia. Of course, it’s *Lia*, the *perfect girl* every boy dreams of dating. And of course, she’s still chasing Kyros.

“Why do you look like you’re about to kill me?” she said, smirking as if she was doing me a favor by speaking to me.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice flat.

“Oooh, look who suddenly has a mouth!” her minions chimed in, their giggles making me grit my teeth.

Thankfully, the class teacher arrived earlier than expected, cutting their fun short. They quickly went silent, much to my relief.

After class, I rushed to get out of school, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. As I hurried through the hallway, someone bumped into me, sending me stumbling and landing ungracefully on the floor.

I looked up, annoyed, but my irritation vanished instantly when I saw who it was—Kyros.

Yes, *Kyros*.

His sharp, piercing eyes locked on mine as he extended his hand to help me up. Goosebumps spread across my skin as his hand brushed mine.

**He touched my hand. We... bumped.**

My delusional thoughts ran wild as I stared after him, but before I could even manage a word, he walked away like nothing had happened.

Embarrassed and flustered, I made my way home, trying to shake off the encounter. As I reached my house, something caught my attention—a letter lying near the door.

It was strange; who even uses letters these days?

I picked it up and noticed there was no "From" or "To" address. The only thing written on it was:

**"Mo Chuisle."**

Confused, I furrowed my brows. What the hell did that mean? I quickly searched it on Google, and the result came up:

**"My pulse."**

A million questions flooded my mind. Who sent this? Why? What does it mean?

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