Rachel's POV
It was a typical Monday, brimming with anticipation and the usual mix of emotions that comes with the start of a new week of classes. However, today felt distinctly special, and my nerves were set on high alert. I hardly managed to get a wink of sleep the night before, my mind swirling with thoughts of Zion and the intense confession he had shared with me the last time we met. He had poured his heart out like a tempest, his feelings erupting with such fervor that I could hardly process it. I didn’t quite know how to react; I didn’t outright hate his passion, but I found myself feeling overwhelmed. Zion, at that moment, seemed so different from the boy I had known all this time. He was fearless, not caring in the slightest about anyone who might witness his declaration of love
