Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

One of the students said, “It’s about to start! I’m getting excited! ONG, I’m so fortunate. I saw the class opening details just yesterday. I got the last spot!”

Another commented, “You’re lucky! I’ve been waiting for a long time to take this class. I’ll sign up immediately once they announce the next class opening.”

Sabrina furrowed her brows, confused.

She signed up a few days ago. According to those comments, the number should have already run out.

Perhaps someone withdrew from the class, freeing up a spot.

“Hello, can everyone hear me?”

Shortly after, a clear and magnetic male voice resonated in the Livestream room.

“Of course!”

“Yes.”

“Hello, Blayze!”

“ONG, I’m so excited.”

A series of comments quickly filled the screen.

“Can you all see me? Okay, great! Wayne, could you check the list, please? When everyone’s here, we’ll commence our class.”

About a minute later, the assistant confirmed it on the screen. “Everyone is here.”

“Alright, let’s begin the class now. First, I’d like to say a big hello to everyone and welcome you to my photography class. You should all have access to our course list. For the first class, we’ll delve into photography classifications and styles. I’ll showcase some outstanding works.”

Sabrina listened carefully while taking notes.

Blayze’s voice had a gentle and clear tone. His class proved to be both informative and engaging.

Two hours flew by quickly.

Could it be that she might have remembered it differently?

Sabrina conveyed her thoughts with an emoji and wrote. “Perhaps I forgot and unintentionally removed you. I’m sincerely sorry. Were you my classmate during my time abroad?”

Blayze typed. “No, I’ve been in Philade for a few years. During that period, I was the president of a local association. Our paths crossed within the local association group chat.”

Sabrina replied, “I see. Thanks for your help and explaining it all to me.”