لوفر

The high school walls were shaking to the rhythm of muffled screams in the main hallway. It wasn't just a passing brawl; it was an explosion of years of accumulated hatred between Elia and Lover.

The Moment of Explosion: Blood on Marble

Amidst a massive circle of students whose cheering shouts grew louder, Elia looked like a wounded heart refusing to fall. Hands clashed violently; Elia attacked fiercely as if pouring a lifetime of disappointments into successive punches, while Lover responded with cruelty, indifferent to the fact that she was a girl. A nearby window shattered, and droplets of blood splattered from a cut on Elia's forehead and Lover's nose, mixing with the coldness of the marble tiles. No one dared to intervene until the principal's booming voice pierced through the crowd:

"To my office immediately! Your guardians will be here within minutes!"

In the Principal's Office: The Bitter Truth

The two sat in a deadly silence, separated by the principal's wooden desk. Their breaths were heavy, and their faces were covered in bruises. Mrs. Elena, Elia's mother, entered in her simple clothes that bore the marks of hard labor, followed by Mrs. Victoria, Lover's mother, with her usual pride and luxury coat.

Mrs. Elena's features changed the moment she saw Mrs. Victoria. She didn't even look at her daughter's wounds; instead, she felt terror at the thought of losing the job she used to support her home. To everyone's astonishment, instead of defending her daughter, Mrs. Elena bowed deeply before Lover's mother, trembling as she said:

"Please, Mrs. Victoria, accept my deepest apologies... my daughter is reckless. Please do not cut off our livelihood because of me; I will do anything to compensate you!"

Shock and Brokenness

Elia froze in place. She stared at her mother's bowed back with a shock that paralyzed her limbs. The mother she had seen as her hero was now bowing to her arch-enemy. She turned slowly to look at Lover.

At first, Lover seemed shocked; his eyes widened as he realized for the first time the class differences that crushed Elia. But that shock didn't last long. Slowly, his features began to change, and a twisted, provocative smile formed on his lips. His gaze shifted from surprise to cold mockery as he saw his "enemy" completely broken.

Lover looked at her with eyes gleaming with schadenfreude, as if saying without words: "Now you know your true place... you are nothing but the maid's daughter." Elia covered her face with her blood-stained hands, realizing that the wound to her dignity was far deeper than the wounds on her body. Elia looked at Lover with true darkness.