Comments Said Not to Save My Toxic Childhood Sweetheart, I Chose Cambridge Chapter 08

Comments Said Not to Save My Toxic Childhood Sweetheart, I Chose Cambridge Chapter 08

The server fell silent for a beat, then Kael’s username lit up the screen.

“Everyone who has footage or audio recordings needs to post them to the stream’s chat to set the record straight.”

“Kael’s right-we can’t let Seraphina spread false rumors about what really happened.”

Within seconds, dozens of former classmates flooded Seraphina’s live stream chat to correct her narrative.

[Seraphina’s lying through her teeth.]

[You got detained by county deputies-did you forget that already?]

[Keep this up and your parents will face consequences alongside you.]

[All the video footage’s posted online now, everyone can watch the truth for themselves.]

[Jasper, you claimed Elowen told you to tear the ticket? Care to confront us with proof?]

Marlow shared a direct link to his full camera footage in the live chat feed.

“Watch this for yourselves. She never knelt down begging-she crumpled to the ground on her own. Jasper ripped Elowen’s ticket without a single hint from anyone else.”

Seraphina continued sobbing into the camera, but her cries lost their smooth, rehearsed rhythm.

She scanned the scrolling live chat, her lips trembling as her voice cracked mid-sentence.

“None of you believe me anymore?”

No one replied to her question.

Mr. Halewell joined the stream with his real legal name posted as his username.

“This is Homeroom Instructor Halewell. The academy administration fully investigated Seraphina’s concealed SAT Admission Tickets incident. All viewers are asked to avoid misinformation and stop spreading viral false claims.”

The live chat completely shifted to my defense.

[Wait a minute-Seraphina fabricated all of this?]

[Elowen was falsely accused the entire time?]

[Everyone who sent hate messages to Elowen owes her an apology.]

Seraphina stared at her screen, her carefully crafted broken-hearted expression crumbling away bit by bit.

She opened her mouth to argue, then clamped her jaw shut, swallowing whatever excuse she planned to make.

A single tap ended the live stream, the screen cutting to black instantly.

The live chat went quiet for a moment, then Marlow posted another message.

[Elowen, I’m truly sorry. I said terrible things about you on the bus that day.]

Dozens of classmates replied one after another.

[I’m sorry too.]

[Me as well.]

[My apologies, Elowen.]

I scanned the apology thread and let a faint smile tug at my lips.

One week before fall semester began, I camped out in the domestic airport departures lounge waiting for my flight to Haverthorp Institute.

My official acceptance letter rested beside me, boarding pass tucked on top of my rolling suitcase at my feet.

I stared out the floor-to-ceiling airport windows at the empty runway, my mind completely blank of all the chaos from the past months.

“Elowen.”

I twisted my head around.

Kael stood a few paces away, out of breath like he’d sprinted through the entire airport to find me.

His hair was messy from rushing, his dress shirt collar unbuttoned and crooked, empty-handed with no luggage or bags.

“How did you find me here?”

He didn’t answer my question, walking over to drop onto the empty seat beside mine.

A long, heavy silence stretched between us, so long I thought he’d never speak again.

“I had a dream,” he said quietly.

i didn’t prompt him to elaborate.

“I saw all the live chat comments in my dream,” his voice dropped to a rough murmur. “When I grabbed your phone away from you on the bus, the comments called me blind and heartless. Every time I brushed your concerns off as annoying, they warned I’d regret it later. When Jasper tore your SAT ticket and I stood by and did nothing, the comments said I’d lose every chance to fix this once you left.”

He paused, swallowing hard.

“I thought it was just a meaningless nightmare. But when I woke up, every single detail matched real life exactly. Your torn exam ticket, your Haverthorp acceptance letter, Seraphina getting detained by deputies-every event came true. The only difference was, in the dream I caught up to you here at the airport.”

He tilted his head to look directly at me.

“In that dream version of me, I begged you for forgiveness, and you told me…”

“What did I say?”

“You told me it was far too late.”

I watched him silently, mentally rolling my eyes at the rewritten narrative the live chat comments fed him to win sympathy.

“Elowen,” his voice cracked with remorse. “Is there still a chance to fix everything now?”

I stood upright, grabbing the handle of my rolling suitcase.

“Kael,” I told him plainly. “The girl you saw in your dream is a fantasy you made up-someone who’d wait endlessly for you to grow up. The real me stopped waiting for you three full years ago.