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Mia's POVThe next morning, I woke up to soft light filtering through my curtains and the faint, distant hum of the city already awake. For a few seconds, I lay still, staring at the ceiling. Then everything came rushing back, the fact that my car was still sitting in a workshop because a reckless admitted student had decided to test his brakes against my bumper.I groaned softly and rolled onto my side, reaching for my phone.The time glowed back at me. Late enough that I should be moving, early enough that I could still pretend I had control over the day.I scrolled through my notifications first, and there was nothing urgent. No missed calls. No messages from Alan yet. I smiled faintly at that, even as a small part of me wished he’d already texted me good morning.With a sigh, I tapped his name and called. He picked up on the second ring.“Hey,” his voice came through warmly, instantly grounding me.“Hey,” I replied, curling onto my back again. “Did I wake you?”“No,” he said. “I’v

Mia's POVI arrived home just as the late afternoon sun was beginning to soften, the sky washed into quiet gold. My arms ached slightly as I carried the grocery bags inside. But Zara appeared almost immediately, as if she’d been waiting by the door.“Finally,” she said, taking the bags from my hands. “I was starting to think you got lost.”“I didn’t,” I replied, toeing my shoes off. “Traffic was just… traffic.”She hummed absentmindedly, already peeking into the bags as she headed toward the kitchen. I followed behind her, distracted as I pulled my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through missed notifications, half-responded messages, and nothing that really needed my attention.I didn’t notice when the access card slipped out of my hand and into one of the grocery bags.Zara set the bags down on the kitchen counter and began unpacking them with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn’t stepped into a grocery store in days. I hopped onto the kitchen island, sitting cross-legged as I conti

Mia's POVI went back to my normal routine like nothing had happened. I resumed classes, lectures piled up, and exams loomed closer with every passing day. I sat in the same seats, took the same notes, complained about the same impossible professors, and pretended my mind wasn’t wandering every now and then. Nikolas was nowhere to be seen. There's been no sightings, no messages, and no dramatic reappearances.Which, when I thought about it, made sense.He had said he was going to win my heart, but how exactly did he plan to do that when I hadn’t given him a single way to reach me? No phone number, no address, no email, no social media. Nothing. I had walked away from him with nothing but a name, and yet sometimes, while studying, I wondered if he would actually find me. And if he did… what would that even mean?Then life moved on, as it always did.A few days later, at exactly four in the evening, Zara and I were sprawled across the living room like we had no responsibilities whatsoev

Mia's POVWhile driving back home, my phone rang again, breaking the low hum of the engine and the mess of thoughts swirling in my head. I glanced at the screen and smiled softly when I saw Zara’s name.“Hey,” I answered, switching the call to Bluetooth.“Mia!” Zara’s voice came out bright and slightly breathless. “Are you home already or still on your way?”“I’m driving home right now,” I said, easing my grip on the steering wheel. “Why? Do you need me to stop by somewhere and pick up something?”“No, no, no, not that at all,” she said quickly. “Can you come pick me up at the on-campus café?”I frowned. “Why are you still on campus?”She laughed nervously. “Long story. Just… please come get me? Please.”I sighed, already turning the car around. “Okay, okay. I’m on my way.”“Oh, you’re the best. Hope you know that?” she said happily, then hung up before I could complain.I shook my head to myself, made a U-turn, and headed toward the café. The campus was busier than usual with student

Mia's POVBy the time Alan finally called, my chest hurt in that deep, aching way that came from crying too much and thinking too hard. My eyes were already swollen, my head throbbing, my body exhausted from carrying emotions that were too heavy for one night and one morning. Zara was still beside me, her arm around my shoulders, murmuring soft reassurances that I barely heard.Then my phone rang. I looked over at it and finally... Alan.My breath hitched so sharply it hurt. For a split second, hope flared. I was foolish and desperate. I pulled away from Zara and answered before the phone could ring a second time.“Alan,” I said, my voice already trembling. “Where have you been?”There was a pause on the other end."Alan?" I said louder now. "Why are you answering? Where have you been all these while?"“Why are you shouting?” he asked calmly, almost lazily, like I was interrupting something unimportant.“I’m not shouting, but I'm sorry if I'm too loud,” I apologized."It's cool."“So,