LOGINGeorgia.I woke up feeling lighter.Not happy. Not carefree. Just… unburdened, like something heavy had loosened its grip on my ribs while I slept.Beside me, Alina stirred.She hummed softly in her sleep, a sound so small and familiar it tugged at something tender in my chest. She turned toward me this time, slow and unguarded, her arm sliding across my waist like it had always known where to rest. Her forehead brushed my shoulder, her breath warm against my collarbone.My heart softened instantly.I wrapped an arm around her without thinking, pulling her closer. The scent of her shampoo filled my lungs, light and floral, the kind of smell that lingered even after the room went quiet.Home.The word came uninvited, quick and instinctive, settling somewhere deep.She sighed, nestling in deeper, her fingers curling lightly into the fabric of my shirt as if anchoring herself there.For a moment, everything felt right.Too right.There was something about the night that refused to settl
Ivan.It’s been a weird month.Not loud-weird. The quiet kind. The chaotic kind.The kind that settles into your chest and refuses to leave. A lot has been going on with Gianna, and somehow, without asking permission, it’s been happening to me too.Every time I see her shaken, crying, worried, it feels like something sharp presses right under my ribs. Like my heart recognizes distress before my brain can make sense of it. If I could take every ounce of pain she carried and shoulder it myself, I would. No hesitation. No bargaining. I wouldn’t even ask what it costs.She finally found her sister.I’m happy for her. Genuinely. But happiness doesn’t erase the weight of it. I keep thinking about what that must feel like. Waking up one day and discovering whole years of your life were stolen. Memories erased. People erased.What if that were me?What if I woke up and found out my mother was alive?Or Roselyn.The name still lands heavy.I told Gianna about her. I’ve never told anyone about
Gianna.I spent the entire day wishing the clock would hurry up and trip over itself. Every lecture dragged, every minute stretched thin, my focus slipping back to one thing and one thing only. Alina. By the time my last class ended, relief rushed through me so fast it left my chest light.I waited by my car, keys dangling loosely from my fingers. When I finally saw her weaving through the crowd, my pulse jumped. Her steps slowed when she spotted me, and without meaning to, my face softened. My eyes warmed, my lips curving upward before I could stop it.She slid into the passenger seat, tossing her bag at her feet.“Have you told mum?” she asked, fastening her seatbelt as the door shut with a soft thud.I started the engine. “Nope. She’s still at work with Marcus. So you’ll see her when they get back.”She nodded once, then turned toward the window. The silence between us wasn’t awkward, just peaceful.As I pulled into the driveway, her breath caught.“Wow,” she whispered, craning h
Gianna.I finally arrived at campus, parking my car with a shaky hand, the engine still ticking softly. My heart was thrumming in my chest like it wanted to escape. I grabbed my bag and rushed toward the usual bench, scanning the area as soon as I saw Cassie and Rue waiting there."Any signs of Alina?" I asked immediately, my voice a little higher than I intended. My stomach twisted in nervous anticipation, my fingers gripping the strap of my bag like it could anchor me."Nope," they said almost simultaneously, shaking their heads.I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay calm, but my mind was already racing a thousand steps ahead."We have to attend some speech stuff they're doing," Rue said, standing up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. I glanced around the surrounding campus as we left for the hall, my eyes scanning every face, every passing student, hoping to spot her familiar ginger hair.We sat down, the seats squeaking slightly under our weight. The speech started, an
Gianna. I got to my room and let out a loud scream then took my journal and headed straight to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and lay in the tub filled with warm water as I wrote down my thoughts. The water dulled everything. The noise. The anger. The ache. I felt a lot calmer after my bath and was about heading to bed when a knock interrupted. The knock echoed softly against my door, barely loud enough to be real, but still enough to pull me out of my thoughts. “Who is it?” I said folding my arms My voice came out sharper than I meant it to, my shoulders already tense, back pressed against the door like I was bracing for impact. “Your favorite person” Ivan said The tension cracked instantly. I hated how automatic it was. The smile crossed my face before I could stop it, small and traitorous. He twisted the door knob and stepped inside, then closed the door behind him. “And who said you’re my favorite person?” I said, I leaned against the edge of my desk, trying to
Gianna.“Your sister? Your parents never mentioned her” the dean saidHis tone was polite, but his eyebrows knitted together slightly, suspicion creeping into his expression. He leaned back in his chair, fingers folding together like this was a puzzle he hadn’t been warned about. My stomach tightened instantly. That sentence alone felt like a door slamming somewhere deep in my chest.“It’s complicated,what was she here for?”The words left my mouth quicker than my thoughts could catch up. I stood straighter, chin lifting in a way that felt defensive, like if I didn’t hold myself together physically, I’d unravel right there in front of him.“She transferred here”Transferred.The room tilted. Just slightly. Enough to make me dig my nails into my palm. So she hadn’t just passed through. She planned to stay. My heart thudded, loud and uneven, like it was trying to outrun the rest of me.“Okay uhm, can I have her address or uhm number? Anything?”I hesitated halfway through the sentence,
Gianna The plane smelled like the usual mixture of recycled air and too many perfumes mixed together. People stuffed their bags overhead, some complaining, some already arguing with the attendants like the flight hadn’t even taken off yet. Rue and I were supposed to sit together, but then a small
“Ivan… what are you doing?”My own voice sounded breathless—even to me—as I took a step back from him. He moved closer anyway, slow and deliberate, like he already knew I’d never really push him away. My body betrayed me instantly, humming, tightening, aching in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge.
Gianna The morning of the tour came faster than I expected. One minute it was Tuesday, the next I was dragging my small suitcase down the stairs, half-awake, half-nervous, and fully convinced this trip would either reset my brain… or make everything worse.Mum was already waiting in the car when I
Gianna. Tuesday came too fast.I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. My dreams had been strange—flashes of last week's argument with Ivan, the way his eyes darkened, the way the whole class went silent as if oxygen had leaked out of the room. Even now, the weight of it clung to me. I hated







