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~Aoife~

After Matt left, I settled on the chair next to my study table, thinking about the last words he left me with.

How could Matt expect me to forgive his friend? He knew Xander was the biggest bully in school who liked to trouble other people. How could I forget he was the one who made my life hell since the day I landed at this college? First, he mocked me in front of everyone, and then that bucket.

“Argh... I hate him!” I screamed, throwing cushions on the walls.

Why should I forgive him? He doesn’t deserve my forgiveness.

I looked in the mirror with a disgusted expression that filled my face with Xander’s thoughts.

“Is he really so bad?”

Thinking about him, the only thing that happened was my blood boiling, and my nostrils flared with anger. Hating someone is easy; the hardest thing was to forgive.

I smiled when my mother’s thoughts popped into my mind. Even after her death, her thoughts help me in difficult times.

What Matt told me—is it true? Did Xander save me?

But why? W