GINGER
During my first week of school, I was surprised to find I didn’t miss Tyce as much as I would have expected. Sure, there were moments when a random ache would settle in my chest and I’d long for his presence. Nights felt lonelier. My sleep was lighter and more restless than it had been before I left. Mornings sucked. I’d wake up disoriented, half-expecting his scent to linger, only for the realization to settle like a weight in my chest. The bed felt colder, too big. I’d reach out instinctively, expecting his warmth, only to be greeted by empty sheets. But I kept moving forward.
My full courseload kept me too busy to dwell on much outside of school. Between Intro to Organic and Biochemistry, Human Anatomy and Physiology, Chemistry, and Ethics, I barely had a moment to breathe, let
