Chapter Twenty-Nine
Liam Saturday morning sunlight streams through my window, cutting across my room like it’s trying to remind me that life keeps moving—even when the one person I want to see most is hundreds of miles away. I sit at my desk, phone in hand, scrolling through the messages Mia and I have exchanged over the past month. Each one is a lifeline. Each one is proof that we’re surviving this distance, that our love isn’t fading, and that our connection is growing stronger, not weaker. A text pops up: FaceTime later? I want to show you something. I grin instantly. Of course. By evening, the call connects. There she is, glowing in her dorm room light, hair tied up, a pile of books on her desk. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and suddenly, the miles between us feel smaller. “Hey,” I say, tryin
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