The next morning, Aira felt like she was walking through a minefield.
Whispers trailed behind her wherever she went.
Usually, she was invisible. A background character in someone else's high school drama.
But not today.
Today, she felt watched.
And it wasn't just her imagination.
In homeroom, three girls sitting two rows behind her snickered while glancing at their phones. One of them—Nadia, the queen bee of gossip—gasped loudly and whispered, "I swear it's her."
Aira clenched her fists under the desk.
Then her phone buzzed.
> Unknown: How's it feel to live your fiction now?
Her blood ran cold.
She looked around, heart pounding.
No one should know. Only Revan. And she didn't tell him her username. Did she?
Before she could spiral, her screen lit up again.
> Revan_X: Meet me. After school. Don't ignore this.
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The library was nearly empty by 4 p.m.—except for Revan.
He sat alone in the farthest corner, flipping through a book he clearly wasn't reading. When Aira approached, he looked up immediately.
"You got the message?" he asked.
She nodded and showed him the one she'd received before his.
His eyes darkened. "This isn't me."
"I know," she whispered. "But someone knows."
He stood up, jaw tight. "I think someone's been digging."
Her heart dropped. "How?"
"There's a forum," he said. "Anonymous. People post theories. About everyone at school. Some are true. Some are lies. But now... they're talking about BlueSky."
She froze.
That was her username. Her secret.
"And that story you wrote—the one about the boy in the mirror?" Revan continued. "They think it's about me. They're connecting dots."
Aira's knees felt weak.
"What do we do?" she whispered.
Revan looked at her, then slowly reached into his bag and slid a phone across the table.
"There's more," he said. "Someone's watching us. I found this tucked inside my locker."
Aira picked up the phone. The screen was cracked. Old. But when she turned it on—
A photo.
Of them. Together.
From the rooftop.
Yesterday.
Her breath hitched.
Revan leaned in. His voice was low. Urgent.
"Whoever this is... they don't want to just expose you. They're playing a game."
"And we're the main characters?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"Then we fight back," she said.
And for the first time, she didn't sound scared.
She sounded like a writer who was ready to rewrite her fate.