Chapter 13. Pick him fully
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Elena didn’t sleep after the library.
She lay in bed with Adrian’s proof pressed under her pillow like it might burn a hole through her if she left it out. His words kept looping: I’m not asking for anything. I just needed you to hear it from me.
It wasn’t a confession. It wasn’t an apology. It was a closing bracket on a problem he’d already solved.
She got up at 5:30 AM. Too early for the hall to be awake. Too early for anything except thinking.
She went to the common room, made coffee she didn’t drink, and sat with the page in her hands.
Berlin. Six months. Maybe more.
Keep going. The proof isn’t finished.
The proof was finished. She’d finished it. With his notes, yeah, but it was hers now. And if he’d really wanted her to wait, he would’ve said so. He didn’t. He’d given her an out, a clean line, a way to walk away without guilt.
Because he knew her.
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Caleb found her there at 7 AM, still in yesterday’s hoodie, staring at nothing.
He didn’t ask why she looked wrecked. He just set a mug of tea down in front of her and sat on the arm of the couch.
“Bad night?” he said.
Elena nodded. “Adrian came back. For ten minutes. Said goodbye again.”
Caleb’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt. He waited.
“He gave me my proof back. Said I finished it. Said he’s proud of me.” Elena laughed, short and bitter. “Like that fixes it.”
“It doesn’t,” Caleb said. “But it sounds like closure.”
Elena looked at him. Really looked. He was tired, hair messy, wearing the same sweatshirt he’d had on yesterday. He hadn’t asked where she’d been at midnight. He hadn’t made it about him.
She thought about Adrian’s note: If you choose him, choose him fully.
She had been choosing Caleb in pieces. In moments. In the quiet between classes and the way he sat next to her without needing to fill the space.
But this was the first time she felt the whole weight of it.
“I’m not going to Berlin,” she said.
Caleb blinked. “Okay.”
“I’m not going to wait for him,” she said. “I’m not going to keep a door open for someone who left twice to decide if I was worth staying for.”
Caleb’s expression didn’t change. No victory, no ‘I told you so.’ Just quiet, like he’d been expecting it and was giving her room to say it out loud.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
Elena folded Adrian’s page once, twice, until it was small enough to fit in her palm.
“I’m going to finish my assignment,” she said. “I’m going to go to class. I’m going to keep going.”
She set the folded paper on the coffee table and pushed it toward the edge, like if it fell off, it would stop mattering.
“And I’m going to be with you,” she said. “If you still want that.”
Caleb reached out and covered her hand with his. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, slow and certain.
“I want that,” he said. “I’ve wanted that since you stopped running.”
He didn’t kiss her. Not there, not then. He just stayed, and that was more than Adrian had done.
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At 9 AM, Elena walked into Prof. Okoro’s office and handed in her assignment early.
She told him she’d solved problem four. She told him she wanted to present it on Friday.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been busy.”
“Yeah,” Elena said. “I have.”
When she left, she deleted Adrian’s number. Not out of anger. Out of finality.
She kept the proof. She’d put it in her notebook later, under the section labeled Solved.
And when she walked back outside and saw Caleb waiting by the steps, she didn’t hesitate.
She walked straight to him, took his hand, and said, “Library?”
“Library,” he said.
No ghosts this time. Just them, and the work, and the quiet that finally felt like hers.
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