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CALLIEIt’s been a while since I last cried. I didn’t shed a tear when the twins got sick and had to be hospitalized. Instead, I missed school and took care of them like I was their second mom. I didn’t cry when I had to skip the senior field trip because we didn’t have enough money for accommodations or even for the ridiculous T-shirt we were required to wear. I just stayed home, whipped up some spaghetti from what we had in the fridge, and spun tales for my siblings about a future trip to Europe instead.And when my dad died—when the world tilted dramatically for all of us—I didn’t cry until three months later, long after everyone else had stopped grieving.So why, then? Why was I crying for Andy Johnson? Maybe it was because I hadn’t fully realized, until that exact moment, just how much of my heart I had quietly handed over to him. How much space he had occupied in my thoughts without even asking. He was a significant part of my life, even if I was merely a tiny background char

CALLIE “So, you actually agreed in the end?” Sammy asked, her voice laced with surprise as she handed me a dazzling pair of silver heels, which she confidently claimed were ‘goddess-tier comfortable.’ “I was going to introduce you to him myself.”“We’re in the same play,” I replied, holding the shoes up with mild disbelief. “And honestly, I didn’t plan on agreeing at all. It just… happened.”Sammy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “On a whim?”“Yeah,” I muttered, sinking into the armchair in front of her vanity mirror. “Because Athena was already talking about coordinating colors with Andy, and I—” I let out a resigned sigh. “I didn’t want to stand there like some silent extra.”Sammy’s bedroom was a realm of its own, larger than both my room and my neighbor’s combined. Her closet resembled a boutique, brimming with options, and apparently, this was just a fraction of her main wardrobe.Bella sat cross-legged on the bed, munching on chips. “So, you’re going with Thomas now. I’m shocked,

CALLIEThe world slowed down.Somehow, with one turn and a shuffle, I found myself in Andy’s arms.And I forgot how to breathe.His hands were steady, warm, and careful. He didn’t say anything, and for once, I found myself speechless too, unable to conjure the right words. I’d always looked at Andy from a distance, but this was the first time I was seeing him this close.Well, this was our first time dancing. I was hyperaware of every detail involving him because of our small distance. I wondered about his skincare routine, as he appeared to have no pores from where I stood.He also smelled incredible—like mint combined with something woodsy.“You’re a pretty good dancer,” I said, making an effort not to sound too breathless. “You’ve done this before?”“A few times.”“Of course. You’re just good at everything, huh?”A small smirk played on his lips. “Definitely not everything.”I couldn’t help but grin. “That sounded both humble and smug at the same time. How’d you manage that?”He sh

ARDENI stirred the rice on my plate, but I wasn’t truly hungry. The lunch chatter buzzed around me, distant and muffled. I glanced across the cafeteria, but he still wasn’t here. Not that it mattered. I was still lost in thoughts of yesterday.This was the first time Andy had ever said something like that to me.“Callie, can you not do these things for me?”He didn’t say it casually. Not in his usual cold manner; somehow, that made it worse. Andy wasn’t the type to raise his voice or snap. He kept everything locked in that complicated, unreadable heart of his. But yesterday, for the first time, he drew a clear line between us.He didn’t want me getting close.“Hey.”I looked up. Bella and Sammy had sat down across from me. Sammy had her arms folded on the table, her eyes watching me closely.“What’s up with our sunshine?” she asked, her voice light but edged with concern.I smiled weakly. “I’m just tired.”“Liar,” Sammy said softly, her brows furrowing. “You only get like this when i

CALLIE I cried the moment I got home. The second the door clicked shut behind me, I dropped my bag and leaned my back against the wall, the tears spilling freely now. It was the weekend—thank goodness. I couldn’t bear to show up on campus tomorrow pretending I was fine.I told myself I wouldn’t come home unless I absolutely had to, that I’d stay strong and keep my head up, and that I’d hold it all in like always. But tonight, I needed my mom more than anything else. The bus ride was long and silent. My chest ached, and no amount of pressing my lips together or blinking fast could stop the sting in my eyes. It wasn’t just about Andy. It was everything. It was me, it was this dumb heart of mine that just didn’t know when to quit.When I reached our neighborhood, the familiar streetlights looked dimmer, like even they knew what I was feeling. I dragged myself up to the door and knocked softly. The lights inside flickered on, and then the door opened.“Callie?” My mom blinked at me in s