@bae9779s: ​The echo of Oom’s final whisper hung in the literature classroom long after Ms. Erin quietly thanked them and called for the next group. ​Bam couldn't move, feet felt anchored to the floor as Oom offered a perfectly polite bow to the room and walked back to her seat by the window. There was no coldness in Oom’s, only a quiet grace that cut far deeper than anger ever could. ​When the bell finally rang signaling the end of the period, the classroom burst into a shuffling papers and scraping chairs. ​Oom gathered her notebook smoothly, slipping it into her bag. As she stood up, Lena and Miu immediately approached her aisle, while Hera and Athena cut across from the front. ​"Oom," Miu eyes filled with unmistakable worry. "Are you really heading to the infirmary? We can walk with you." ​"Yeah, Eisaya," Hera placing a gentle hand on Oom's shoulder, her usual playful teasing completely gone. "You look like you barely slept. Let us come with you." ​Oom looked at her friends, offering them a reassuring smile. "I'm okay, guys, really. It’s just a light irritation from my contacts. I’ll just grab some eye drops from the nurse and head home early." ​Lena stepped closer, voice dropping so only the small circle could hear. "Oom. if you need to talk, you know we're here, right? Both of you." ​Oom’s smile softened, genuine warmth touching her lips despite the exhaustion behind her dark lenses. "I know, Lena. Thank you. All of you. But I just need a bit of rest today." ​A few paces away, Bam stood frozen by her desk, watching the exchange. She wanted so desperately to step into that circle, to reach out and hold Oom’s hand, to ask if she could drive her home. But the invisible wall between them felt insurmountable. ​As Oom turned to leave, gaze swept across the room and met Bam's once more. Right in front of their friends, Oom paused. She gave Bam gentle polite nod, lips curving into a bittersweet smile before she turned and walked out the door. ​The infirmary was quiet. Oom lay back on one of the white cots, the privacy curtain drawn halfway around her. The dark sunglasses rested on the small metal table beside her. ​She closed her eyes, resting the back of her hand over her forehead. ​“I think loving someone who can't love you back is worse. Because while you're trying so hard to understand your own heart, you end up hurting the person who loved you most... even when all they ever did was stay by your side and give you everything.” ​Bam’s trembling voice from the open discussion played over and over in Oom's mind. ​Oom let out a soft breath into the quiet room. Bam hadn't meant to hurt her. Oom knew that with every fiber of her being. Bam had always been honest, always straight with her feelings. Bam hadn't led her on, Oom was the one who chose to step into her life, knowing the risks, choosing to stay and care anyway. ​You stupid heart, Oom thought to herself, feeling that familiar, stubborn pulse in her chest. She doesn't owe you anything. Stop making it harder for her. ​A soft knock sounded against the doorframe of the nurse's office, followed by the quiet rustle of the curtain being pushed aside. ​Oom sat up, quickly reaching for her sunglasses, but the hand at the curtain stopped her. ​"It's just me," Bam whispered. ​Oom froze, fingers hovering over the frames on the table. ​Bam stepped into the small cubicle, eyes red-rimmed and brimming with tears. She carried a bottle of cold water and a damp cooling compress she had asked the nurse for. She looked so small, so completely undone by the weight of the day. ​"Bam." Oom voice remaining polite and gentle, though she instinctively looked down to hide her bloodshot eyes. "You shouldn't be here. Class isn't over yet." ​"I don't care about class," Bam choked out, voice breaking as she took a hesitant step closer. She set the water on the nightstand, hands shaking uncontrollably. "Oom, please don't look away from me. " #oomeisaya #bamsaralee #oombam ​

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