The next morning, the air feels damp and heavy, like the sky itself is holding its breath.I skip my first class and wander across campus until I find myself at the lake—the one tucked behind the library, quiet and forgotten, except by people like us. The misfits. The thinkers. The ones with too much on their minds.Jace is already there when I arrive, slouched against the bench with his hood up. He’s tossing pebbles into the lake, watching the ripples stretch and break.Lea joins minutes later, coffee in hand, headphones looped around her neck like a crown she forgot to wear. She doesn’t say anything as she sits on the grass, just hums softly, like she already knows today won’t be kind.I ease down beside them, grab a pebble, and flick it across the surface.It skips twice before sinking.Then I say it.“My dad proposed last night.”Jace’s head snaps toward me.Lea’s coffee sloshes in her hand.“What?” she blurts, eyes wide. “You’re kidding.”I shake my head.“She said yes,” I add, v
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