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Echoes of Mercy; Whispers of love (Episode 1)
<p><br/></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Episode 1: The Broken Lens</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The lecture hall for "Intro to Psychology" was packed. Mercy squeezed into a seat at the very back, clutching her worn-out notebook. She didn't belong here—at least, that’s what the voice in her head told her every day.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">She was here on a miracle scholarship, and one mistake could take it all away.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">"Watch it!" a voice snapped.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Mercy looked up. She had accidentally bumped into a desk, knocking a silver laptop to the floor. Her heart stopped. The owner of the laptop was Daniel. The guy everyone talked about. The guy who drove a car that cost more than Mercy’s family home.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">"I... I am so sorry," Mercy whispered, her hands trembling as she reached down to pick it up.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Daniel reached for it at the same time. Their fingers brushed for a second, and Mercy felt a strange spark—like an electric shock. Daniel froze, looking at her. He didn't look angry; he looked surprised.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">"It’s fine," Daniel said, his voice deeper than she expected. He noticed her tattered bag and the way she wouldn't meet his eyes. "You’re Mercy, right? The one who got the highest score on the mid-term?"</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Mercy blinked. "You know my name?"</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Before he could answer, a group of Daniel’s wealthy friends swarmed him. "Hey, Dan! Forget that. We're hitting the lounge. Let’s go!"</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Daniel was pulled away, but he looked back over his shoulder at Mercy. He saw her tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her face pale.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">As Mercy sat down, she realized her hands were still shaking. But it wasn't just from fear. It was the way he had said her name—like he had been saying it in his head for a long time.</p><p style="text-align: justify; "><em>Later that evening...</em></p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Mercy was walking to the library when she found a small, leather-bound diary on the grass. She opened it to find the owner's name.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">On the first page, in bold, messy handwriting, were the words:</p><blockquote style="text-align: justify; "><em>"Everyone loves the prince, but no one sees the prisoner. I just want someone to know the real me."</em></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify; ">Underneath the note was a signature: Daniel.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Mercy gasped. At that moment, she heard footsteps behind her.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">"That belongs to me," a cold voice said.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Mercy turned around. It was Daniel, but he wasn't smiling anymore. His eyes were full of pain and anger.</p>
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