How to Stop Being Delulu - Chp-3 She Said Yes

The moment the word left her lips, Arden’s eyes softened.

Not in a smug way — not like someone who had won.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR499mcjlMx
It was gentler than that — like relief tinged with something unspoken. Maybe fear.

“Meet me after final period,” he said, brushing a hand through his hair. “The old library wing. No one uses it anymore.”

There was a quiet certainty in his voice, like he already knew she’d say yes.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70bUjKVJob
Maybe that’s what unsettled her most — not his confidence, but how natural it felt to follow him.

By the time the last bell rang, the school had slipped into that strange, in-between silence.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0BUvPZXks9
Elowyn moved through the side stairwell, her footsteps echoing too loudly.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnrbGBifufC
Her heart thudded in odd, glitchy rhythms — fast, then slow. Like it wasn’t sure which world it belonged to.

He was waiting.

Leaning against the wall like time passed differently around him. Like he was part of something bigger, older.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ1WnsbGwYl
But when he looked at her, it was just Arden again.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfyuGhqG51
Eyes warm. Smile small. Hands in his pockets.

“I want to show you something,” he said.

And this time, she followed.

The room felt forgotten — dust swirling like memories in the slanted light.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3mOiBgJfrY
A projector hummed in the corner, looping a broken school presentation that flickered like a dream half-remembered.

But it wasn’t the projector that caught her eye.

It was the wall. Or rather... the part that shouldn’t exist at all.

A glitch. A shimmer. Like someone had sliced reality and stitched it back — badly.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzywxbiiFTY
Behind it, the desks warped. The shadows pulsed. A silent crack that felt alive.

She stared.

“What is this?” she whispered, stepping back.

“I don’t know,” Arden said. “But it’s been… appearing more. In dreams. In real places. And you…”

He turned to her, voice softer now. “You’re always near it.”

That last sentence landed somewhere strange in her chest. A flutter. A warning.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwuTfrxdSZd
She didn’t know how to answer, so her mind grasped for distraction.

The cultural fair — last weekend.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHlWNZiuqkn
That woman at the origami table, folding paper with calm hands and unreadable eyes.

“If you could live anywhere?” she’d asked, smile tilted.

And Elowyn, full fangirl reflex, had said, “South Korea.”

The woman had simply smiled — kindly, but with something sharp underneath.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡULZxk3h7By
“It’s not like K-dramas,” she’d said softly. “There’s no soundtrack whenyourheart breaks. No lines to follow when you’re trying to heal.”

Elowyn had laughed, a little too brightly — like she wasn’t still half-waiting for the slow-motion close-up and a perfect OST to swell in the background.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpXTfEwlXtc
But now, standing here with Arden and the glitching wall, the woman’s words returned like truth wrapped in soft disappointment.

Now she was in a dusty room, with a glitching wall and a boy who felt like a story she hadn’t meant to write — and that woman’s words echoed like a prophecy.

Because this moment?66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74GszY1nuR
It did feel like a scene.

The mysterious boy.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ947ucEWmEQ
The flickering lights.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaOhNUV0joB
The secret no one else could see.

But unlike a K-drama, there was no soft filter.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbUYDXGesu
No guarantee of a happy ending.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAxWGeLH6NH
Just Arden.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFMSAky2TyU
Just her.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSg2PZZjul
It felt like a tear in the world — one they didn’t know how to mend.

He stepped closer, careful, like he was approaching something fragile.

“I don’t know what this is yet,” he said. “But I think… we’re already inside it. The glitches. The warnings. The notes. Maybe they’re not about me exactly.”

He paused, gaze flicking toward the shimmer.

“Maybe they’re about the version of me I haven’t become yet.”

A chill slid down her spine. The idea of versions. Of futures. Of selves.

She looked at him — really looked.

He was warm. Familiar.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOtjFigeecY
But there was something else in his eyes now.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtCR7u7MsVr
Not danger exactly.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdXrbfUHNJo
But possibility — like he hadn’t yet decided who he was going to be.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She hesitated.

The projector buzzed louder. The glitch shimmered.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfzkDFhJhDR
And for a single breath, she saw something shift behind it.

A shadow.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXSi312m9GM
A version of her.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ3oBeW0e12
Of him.66Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ye1zYHOVE
Watching.

And still...

Elowyn nodded.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Show me.”

Somewhere deep inside, a truth stirred — fragile, flickering, half-formed.