"Why are you scowling?" Olive asks as we drag our suitcases towards the student car park. "Why do you scowl so much?"
"Mind your own business," I reply, only half joking.
I know exactly why I am scowling.
It is the same relentless clench in my chest, dragging tighter all over again as I deliberately put more distance between myself and the building where my mate is still sitting.
You recognise it quickly enough now, Calix mutters.
Hard not to. It feels like it already knows I am about to drive away from her.
It may only be uncomfortable for the first day or so, he says, clearly hoping that will help.
It does not.
"So grumpy," Olive says to Fern, loud enough to make sure I hear it.
"Always is," Sage adds.
I glance back at the three of them as we reach the car.
Brilliant.
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