The pressure of the final exams acted as a curtain falling on their high school lives. While the rest of the students celebrated their freedom, Arm was desperately navigating the admissions portals, ready to follow Mild to any medical school in the country.
But the final blow came in the quiet hallway of the graduation hall.
"Switzerland?" Arm asked, the word tasting like ash in his mouth.
"I leave in a few hours." Mild replied, his voice devoid of the old heat, replaced by a weary, flat calm. "It's the only way, Arm. I need to be in a place where the name 'Armitage' doesn't cause people to look at me with pity or suspicion. I need to cut myself some slack from the drama."
"I'll open a branch there," Arm said immediately, his mind already racing through logistics. "I'll move the headquarters to Zurich. I'll follow you."
