A R I A
The clock blinks at 9:42 PM, and I finally shut my MacBook after finishing the last bit of my assignments. Oliver left a while ago, having finished way earlier than I did, lucky him, so it's been just me in here for maybe the past three hours. My eyes are heavy and I'm exhausted, but my mind is still racing. With a yawn, I reach for my phone, having put it on Do Not Disturb to aid my concentration, and find a series of notifications. School groups, i********:, emails... messages from everything and everyone...
Except Soren... Not a single notification.
He told me he had to go for practice, but last time I checked, football practice was supposed to end at 6 PM so he should've been home by now. He hasn't called to check in nor has he given me a reason for why he's so late...
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