PERSONA

“G-Get off me, Noah.”

Noah’s gaze remained locked with Ophelia for a few seconds. There was no longer any strength behind his grip on her. If Ophelia had wanted to break away, she would have. But she accepted her defeat and might have even liked the state she was in. Underneath Noah, she was vulnerable. She felt hot, the sweat trailing down her temples from both the physical and mental exertion.

Noah finally got up and lent her hand. She gladly took it and dusted herself off while hoping to get rid of the confusion as well. The crowd erupted with cheers and applause, it seems that they have missed noticing the last part. Ophelia was thankful that they did.

The adrenaline was still rushing through her veins as she walked out of the arena. But there was something else that made her heart beat, an unspoken tension between her and Noah. She wondered if he felt the same too.

‘What the hell is wrong with you, Ophelia?’ she said to herself. ‘Snap out of it.’

“You have gotten better,”