For the next two weeks, Ethan and Lila disappeared from my life.
There were no calls, no w******p messages, and even their i********: feeds had gone quiet.
I welcomed the peace.
Every day, I prepared myself for the new semester and looked up rental listings in Asterbridge.
The quiet ended on the day my official admission offer from HUA arrived.
The subject line read, Offer of Admission: MA in Art History and Curating, HUA.
I stared at those words for three full minutes.
Then I took a screenshot, saved it to a locked album, and set a password.
That afternoon, my phone rang. It was the class rep.
"Isla, check i********:," she said. "Lila has completely lost it."
I opened i********:.
Lila had posted more than a dozen photos in a row.
One photo showed Ethan's back at Kingsley Unive
