I stayed like that for a while—lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, letting my thoughts spin in circles until they started to blur together.
Ethan.
The girl.
Chloe.
Everything kept mixing in my head in a way that made me tired just thinking about it.
I turned onto my side with a quiet sigh.
And that’s when something small, almost forgotten, drifted into my mind.
Stories.
I used to read a lot of them.
Not school stuff. Not assignments.
Actual stories.
Romance, drama, random college life fiction I used to get lost in when I didn’t want to think about my own life too much. I used to stay up late reading them, getting annoyed when characters didn’t communicate properly, or smiling when they finally did.
But I hadn’t done that in a long time.
Not since college started feeling o
