Chapter Thirty
Mia It’s been nearly two months since I left home, and somehow the distance has started to feel… manageable. Not easy, not small, but like a bridge rather than a wall. Liam and I have found our rhythm—calls, texts, late-night video chats, and little surprises to remind each other that we’re still here. Still together. Still us. Tonight, I’m curled up on my bed, laptop open, waiting for him. Video call incoming. I answer immediately, heart racing. There he is—grinning, messy hair, the way he always looks at me like I’m the only person in the world. “Hey,” he says softly. “Hey,” I reply, smiling despite the exhaustion of the week. We settle into our usual conversation, laughing about homework disasters, my roommate’s weird habits, and his latest garage project. But tonight, there’s a
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