DAMIEN
Sky doesn't answer when I text her after I wake up. I tell myself not to overthink it. We had tension, sure, but we talked it through. Things weren't perfect, but they were steady. I expect to fall back into the same rhythm. That's what I want.
Hours pass. I call her. No answer.
I don't feel stupid trying again. Or again after that. My gut keeps pushing me forward. By late afternoon, I ride my bike close to her dorm and park across the street. I stay there, watching. Twenty minutes go by. She can't be stuck in class the whole time.
Kiana, her roommate, comes and goes. In and out. Talking to people. Laughing once. But Sky never appears.
That's when the weight settles in. Heavy. Wrong. Like a storm sitting just above my head. I don't know what it means, but it won't lift. I run
