Chapter 33: The Season Between Us
The campus feels thinner today. Not quieter—there’s still laughter, doors slamming, the scrape of furniture being dragged down hallways—but stretched, like everything is being pulled toward exits. Suitcases lean against walls like punctuation marks. Donation boxes bloom overnight. Someone has taped a handwritten FREE—TAKE ME HOME sign to a sad little plant in the common room. It’s the last real day before everyone scatters. I keep noticing endings in places they don’t belong. Last coffee from the machine that always burns the milk. Last time the radiator clicks itself awake during morning lectures. Last walk across the quad without gloves because I forgot them again and didn’t care enough to turn back. I don’t announce any of it. I just let the noticing happen. Sam finds me in the hal
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