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Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 256

The world seemed to fall silent, like a slow-motion shot in a movie. He walked toward her, one step, then another. In that moment, it felt as if the bleakness of the season was banished by his arrival, the world suddenly bright and clear.

He opened the car door and slid inside.

The rush of cold air snapped Seren back to reality.

"Are we eating at home or going out?" she asked.

Lennon considered it for a moment. "I heard Seaside City Academy is having its alumni homecoming tonight. They've invited a lot of people back to campus, and there's a performance. Would you like to go?"

Seren thought about it. "I don't have any other plans tonight. We could go."

When she was a student, she had been quiet and reserved, her days consumed by classes and painting. She hadn't made many friends at the academy and had lost touch with everyone after graduation. She was so out of the loop that she hadn't even known about the homecoming. Not that it would have mattered; even if she had known, she wouldn't have gone. She preferred quiet and had always disliked crowded events.

But tonight, with Lennon, she felt a strange pull to go back, to see the place that was, after all, their shared alma mater.

"Alright," Lennon's voice was incredibly gentle. "We'll grab a bite to eat and then take a walk around the academy."

Seren murmured her assent and expertly started the car.

Lennon's voice, carried on the night breeze, was low and gentle. "Sharp eyes, Mrs. Crestwell. Just a quick photo I took here once." Then he added casually, "My desk in senior year was on the third floor. Middle classroom, by the window."

Seren looked up, counting three floors, her eyes landing on the window seat of the middle classroom.

She suddenly realized it was the perfect vantage point, offering a clear, unobstructed view of the shady patch of grass behind the art studio.

With that realization, she asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "Did you… used to see me there often?"

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