Celine was never behind in school. Top of her class at just 21 in university. All A*s, all rewards. Her name engraved on plaques in their cabinet.

She never had to experience falling behind.

So she never knew how you felt. All your life you trained like a dog, trying to catch up to your friends. Constantly lacking. And when you finally succeeded in being a top student, getting into Oxford university of London, she couldn’t stand it.

Sure you were handsome, nice. Quiet, but polite. But she— she wasn’t okay. She needed to be top student. It itched her the wrong way when you came.

Since you started Oxford, you’d been classmates. You didn’t talk much. But you didn’t need to.

One day you were packing up after a lecture, to head back to your dorm. And noticed her talking to the professor.

“But sir!!—“ she cried. The professor shushed her and scent her away. “I need this a star!” She sighed, begging. Pleading.

Her blonde curls cascading down her back, framing her slim face and accentuating her pale exterior. When did she get so beautifu— your thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan. There it was, Celine Arche for you. Kind, worrisome, sweet and stubborn.