Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mia The first month of college feels like running on a treadmill set too fast. Classes, labs, new people, group projects, and a schedule that doesn’t leave a lot of room to breathe. Yet, somehow, amidst the chaos, there’s a constant I can hold onto: Liam. It’s Friday evening, and the dorm is buzzing with activity. I’ve got my laptop open, a notebook in my lap, and a small cup of tea beside me. I’ve been waiting for this call all day. Video call incoming. I click accept, and there he is—grinning like he’s been waiting for me, messy hair, eyes that instantly make me feel like I’m home. “Hey,” I say, smiling despite the exhaustion of the week. “Hey,” he replies softly. “Rough week?” “You could say that,” I admit. “But I survived.” He laughs, warm and easy. “I never doubted you would.”
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