The closeness of the rooms made everything impossible to ignore.
Room 119.
Room 121.
Anna had seen Rose too many times—walking past, standing outside, sometimes pausing as if she sensed something she couldn't name. The tension became unbearable. Anna knew that staying silent would only deepen the damage. So she made a decision.
One evening, Anna walked toward Rose's room, her heart pounding. When Rose opened the door and saw her, surprise flickered across her face.
"Hi," Anna said softly. "Can we talk?"
Rose hesitated, then stepped aside.
They sat facing each other, the silence thick. Anna took a deep breath. "I won't lie to you," she began. "I need to tell you everything that has happened between George and me."
Rose's hands tightened in her lap.
Anna spoke slowly, carefully. She talked about the study room, the visits, the movies, the messages, the late conversations. She told Rose how George had denied their relationship, how he had claimed Rose was his sister. When words weren't enough, Anna opened her phone and showed her the chats—messages filled with affection, excuses, promises.
Rose stared at the screen. Her eyes filled with tears.
"I saw you two together," Rose whispered. "I cried that day."
Anna swallowed. "George told you I had issues with Jeffrey, didn't he? That he was trying to help?"
Rose nodded, tears spilling freely now.
"That was a lie," Anna said firmly. "There was never anything between Jeffrey and me. George made that up."
The room fell silent except for Rose's quiet sobs.
"I didn't come to fight you," Anna continued. "I didn't come to take him from you. I know you and George have been together for a long time. I just wanted the truth to be known. I'm stepping away."
Rose looked up at her, disbelief and hurt mixed together. "So all this time… he was lying to both of us."
"Yes," Anna said. "And I don't want to be part of it anymore."
That night, Rose didn't sleep.
The next morning, she confronted George.
He tried to deny it at first. Then he tried to explain. Then he grew angry when he realized there was no escaping the truth. His lies unraveled quickly under Rose's tears and fury.
"You played us," Rose cried. "You made me doubt her, and you made her doubt herself."
George had no answer that could fix it.
Across campus, the truth spread quietly. George's name became one whispered with caution. Stories surfaced—other girls, other lies, other excuses. The charming confusion he created was no longer hidden.
Yet despite everything, George still chose Rose.
Not because he was innocent. Not because he was honest. But because she was the one he could not fully let go of, even if she alone was never enough for him.
Anna watched from a distance as they walked together again. There was no bitterness in her heart—only clarity.
She had seen who George really was.
And she chose peace over confusion.