(Callum)
I should’ve gone home hours ago.
Instead, I sat inside my car across the street from campus like some pathetic man incapable of getting his life together.
The engine was off.
The city outside was quiet now, the streets glowing beneath soft amber lights while students slowly disappeared from campus in small exhausted groups.
I told myself I was here because I needed silence before going home.
That was the lie.
The truth was worse.
Because lately, I kept looking for her without meaning to.
Every hallway.
Every lecture hall.
Every crowded room.
My eyes searched automatically.
And I hated myself for it.
I leaned back against the seat with a frustrated sigh, rubbing tiredly at my jaw.
This had to stop.
Whatever this thing was between Clara and me needed to die before it
