Dorian slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, the weight of it insignificant compared to the heavy feeling in his chest. He tossed it into the trunk of his car and shut it with a little too much force, his frustration manifesting in small, involuntary ways. Something was wrong with Nova. He knew it. She’d been distant lately, her texts shorter, her voice quieter when they talked on the phone. He had chalked it up to the stress of adjusting to college life, but now... now he wasn’t so sure. Maybe she was just lonely. Maybe she needed him. That’s what he told himself as he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled out his phone.
Dorian: What are you up to, babe?
His fingers drummed anxiously against the steering wheel while he waited for a response. A few minutes later, his phone buzzed.
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