HAYDEN
We never talked about it.
Not once.
Not when we were tangled up in laughter on the library floor after she tripped over a stack of philosophy books and took me down with her.
Not when she started bringing me coffee before my early practices, knowing damn well I couldn’t function without caffeine and would forget to eat anything else.
Not even when she fell asleep on my shoulder in the common room after our final exams, her breath slow and even, her hand gripping my sleeve like she didn’t want me to leave.
I was having the best time of my life with Coleen and I never wanted it to end. But the harsh reality was that winter break was coming, and we didn’t talk about it.
It felt like if we ignored it long enough, maybe time would stretch longer and it would end up looking far awa
