Novel & Cerita Dear Missy

His voice softens, and that expression—sad, helpless—hits me right in the chest. “I do miss you,” I whisper. “I’ll be back soon, love. I promise.” I nod, biting back the urge to say hurry. “Bye, love.” “Bye.” --- “Bye, Miss Townsend.” “Bye,” I smile, waving as the last professor leaves campus. And once again, I’m the last one here because my boss is a stuck-up bitch with an ego problem. Finally finishing the last document, I stretch and sigh. “Done at last.”