SageBy the time I get back to the apartment, the city feels louder than it did this morning.Every sound presses in on me the hiss of passing cars, voices drifting up from the street below, the rhythmic thud of footsteps on the stairs outside our door. My head is still buzzing, my chest tight in a way I can’t quite shake. The echo of that heartbeat follows me like a ghost, steady and relentless, reminding me that nothing is theoretical anymore.This is real.I fumble with my keys, hands trembling just enough that it takes two tries to get the lock open.Inside, the apartment smells like coffee and something savory, warm and grounding.Maya is in the kitchen, barefoot, leaning against the counter with a wooden spoon in her hand. Music plays softly from her phone, some upbeat song that feels wildly out of place with the way my insides are unraveling.She looks up when she hears the door.“Hey,” she says easily. Then she really looks at me.Her smile falters.“Okay,” she adds slowly, s
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