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The document stayed open on the screen.Unfinished—but no longer uncertain.Max scrolled slowly through what they had written, eyes moving line by line like he was testing it for weak points.“…this is going to land,” he muttered.Sarah leaned against the table, arms folded. “It already is.”Caspian didn’t look at the screen.He was watching Oliver.Oliver hadn’t moved far from where he’d been standing. One hand rested lightly on the edge of the table, his attention split between the document and the steady stream of notifications lighting up his phone beside it.Not reacting.Just… noticing.Max tapped the trackpad again.“We just need the ending,” he said. “Once that’s done, we push it.”Oliver nodded faintly.“Finish it.”Sarah tilted her head slightly. “You already know what you want it to say.”Oliver didn’t answer that.Caspian spoke instead.“Make it final,” he said. “Not something they can keep pulling

The building wasn’t far.That didn’t make the walk feel shorter.Max had said something before they left—something about waiting, about planning it properly—but Oliver had already picked up his jacket.Caspian followed without arguing.Sarah stayed behind.Not because she didn’t want to come.Because she understood this wasn’t a group moment.Max lasted exactly thirty seconds before giving in.“I’m coming,” he said, grabbing his keys.Oliver didn’t stop him.He just kept walking.Ethan’s department building was quieter than the rest of campus.Late afternoon had already started thinning out the crowds, leaving long hallways and half-lit corners behind.Oliver didn’t slow down.He didn’t hesitate at the entrance either.He pushed the door open like he’d been there before.Max caught up beside him. “You sure he’s here?”“Yes.”“You texted him?”“No.”Max blinked. “Then how—”“He’ll be here.”C

The walk back felt longer than it should have. Oliver didn’t rush. He didn’t slow down either. Just steady steps across pavement that still held the heat of the afternoon. Voices drifted past him—students talking, laughing, arguing over nothing important. It all sounded distant, like it was happening behind glass. Caspian stayed beside him. Not close enough to crowd. Not far enough to disappear. Neither of them spoke. By the time they reached the building, Oliver pushed the door open without looking back. Caspian followed. Inside, the room was already occupied. Max leaned against the table, arms folded tight across his chest. Sarah sat on one of the chairs, her phone in her hand but her attention fixed on the door the second it opened. They both saw Oliver’s face. Max straightened. “What happened?” Oliver didn’t answer immediately. He walked past them, dropped his bag onto the table, and pulled out a chair. The legs scraped lightly against the floor as he sat. Caspian sta

The room was quiet in a way that felt deliberate.Not empty.Not peaceful.Just… still.Oliver hadn’t moved much since he got back.He’d changed out of his jacket at some point, though he didn’t remember doing it. It was folded over the back of a chair, slightly uneven, like it had been dropped and adjusted halfway through.Everything else stayed where it was.His bag near the desk.His phone on the table.Screen dark.Notifications piling up, unseen.He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting loosely on his knees, hands hanging between them.Not clenched.Not shaking.Just there.The kind of stillness that came after something had already gone too far.A soft knock broke through the silence.Oliver didn’t answer.The door opened anyway.Caspian stepped in without hesitation, closing it quietly behind him.He didn’t speak right away.Didn’t ask anything.He took in the room first.Then Oliver.Nothing looked broken.Nothing looked out of place.But something was.Caspian walked in

The campus didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t obvious at first. Nothing had physically changed—the same buildings, the same walkways, the same clusters of students moving from one place to another like they always did. But something underneath it all had shifted. Oliver noticed it the moment he stepped outside. The air felt heavier. Quieter. Not silent—never silent—but different in the way people carried themselves. Conversations lowered when he passed. Eyes lingered a second longer than they used to. Some curious. Some supportive. Some unsure. Word had spread. Far beyond what he could control. He adjusted the strap of his bag slightly on his shoulder, grounding himself in the small, familiar motion. “You don’t have to do this today.” Caspian’s voice came from beside him, calm as ever. Steady. Oliver didn’t stop walking. “I know.” That was the truth. He did know. No one had forced him. Not Max. Not Sarah. Not even Caspian. The decision had been his. And that