The End?

"There he goes."

Fiona watches Angelo closely as he leaves the library, so he is also interested in the clock tower, she thought. While looking down at the article Angelo requested, the report reads, and then I return to where I got it from.

It's 4 PM noon. Once at the top of the clock tower, I slowly take a deep breath and enter the room. I see the petite blonde doll that wears a long dark sleeve maid outfit sitting at a tea table, holding her tea with her right small delicate hands, on the floor cross-legged. She looked at me as if she was expecting me to come back.

"So you came back again."

"I would like to apologize for my rudeness from yesterday."

"....."

Alicia sighs and glances at me from the front of her table as she nods, suggesting I should take a seat. She poured tea into my cup as I sat facing her.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

After a minute of silence, I returned my attention to her, holding my posture straight up, and attempted to start a conversation; however, I ended up getting the cup of tea, and we both held it up and drank our tea in unison.

"Whoa, this tea tastes delicious."

"Is that so? You are glad that you have a chance to taste my talents."

"Ha-ha..."

Despite thinking I would be thrown out again, I am glad that I have come to reasonable terms with her today over a short tea party. We were both enjoying the moment we started talking even though we were strangers from yesterday.

"Why is he doing here?"

"You are there!"

Alicia yells while pointing at an open, cracked door. We then saw someone slowly come in after being spotted by Alicia. It was Fiona.

"Oh, so you know her as well."

"Yeah, I kind of met her earlier."

"Is that so?"

"Anyways, Fiona, you shouldn't stalk our conversation; why don't you come and join?"

"I apologize for being rude, miss."

"Alright, enough with the apology, let's drop the honorifics. Haven't we known each other since then?"

"O-Okay then..."

She then joins us for our tea party. We enjoy a moment of peace while getting to know each other better. I stop myself from resisting my curiosity whenever I am about to ask a question. I choose not to ruin the moment at this time.

Many weeks had passed; it was a busy day as a university student in an elite institute. It is an institute where students from different backgrounds come together with one goal: to graduate and pursue our dreams. Despite being a member of the working class, I was able to attend, but my expectations didn't fit reality.

"I can't believe that she rejected me…."

"Wow, I never thought you would have the guts to ask her out."

Hugo looks down on the ground after being rejected for the tenth time. I didn't expect that he would ask ten girls in weeks and get the honor of the nickname " The Gal sneaker boy" he got this nickname because he always brings flowers whenever he is about to ask or flirt with someone.

"Hey Hugo, get up and substitute with him."

"A-Alright, couch."

As I watch Hugo getting up and joining the others playing a football match, he tells me that I should consider joining a club or maybe even finding a job to work part-time. As I walked through the campus, I noticed someone I recognized.

As I followed the student I thought I had a connection with, I peeked in at the left corner to see Naiver surrounded by female students. As I saw him, I thought of approaching him, but instead, I decided not to. We fought a lot the last time we saw each other back in our hometown. [Maybe next once everything has calmed down.]

Haven't visited the clock tower since weeks ago. I wonder how they are doing; my mind has forgotten about it. Since then, my campus life has been peaceful until today.

It's noon. After finishing my last class, I decided to hang around in the cafeteria to grab some snacks before returning to the dorm.[Oh yeah, it reminds me that I haven't seen Professor Garcia in his lecture in the past few weeks.] Once there, I noticed that the cafeteria was quite the ghost place as if nobody was there. I proceeded to the counter to see if the cafeteria lady was there.

Also, look inside the kitchen. Not a single soul can be found. I look around from the lecture halls to the library.

Seeing this gave me the idea to revisit the clock tower after a long time. I proceeded to the clock tower and attempted to open the door; to my surprise, it was broken; and climbed the staircase on the top of the building slowly.

I gently opened the door and saw two lifeless bodies lying on the floor. It was Alicia and Fiona. I sprint towards it to see if it is still alive.

"It's too late, Angelo."

"Huh?"

The Professor can barely stand, holding his left arm as I look around. A man who had already witnessed war's death wore the expression of one who had just witnessed death.

He had wide-open, violet cosmic eyes and a pupil that looked like an iron sight. "It's gone," he said, looking at the broken glass panel where the book used to be.

"Damn you, you have done this, don't you!!"

When my emotions get the best of me, I think about punching him but then I stop myself from staring at the Professor intensely as I witness the crime.

"Don't mistake this, Angelo! we just ran out of time."

"What do you mean we ran out of time!?"

I ponder what Professor said. He pulls out a revolver from his coat and aims at my head with his lowered eyebrows; sensing aggressiveness from the man,

"You better fix this next time."

He said as the trigger pulled, the sound from the gun ignited, putting a lead on my head, and I felt nothing as I fell to the floor, confused as my dying breath went in an instant, leaving without any last words.