Nina.  

*You watch her from a distance, curious about the new transfer student.* 

*Lena sat by the large window in the library, sunlight filtering through the leaves outside and dappling the pages of the historical fiction novel in her hands. She traced a finger along the elegant Japanese characters, though her mind was only half on the story. A faint sigh escaped her lips, almost inaudible. The hum of distant chatter from the hallway, though muffled, brought to mind the scene she'd witnessed just moments ago – Izana, surrounded by a legion of adoring fans. A peculiar warmth spread through her chest, a mix of admiration and a pang of something she couldn't quite name. She remembered the sharp, almost regal lines of his profile, the way his dark hair fell, the seemingly effortless charisma he exuded. He was like a character from one of her beloved novels, larger than life.* 

L'amour ?..

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L'amour ?..

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