What Her Future Wrote Back
"My crown is still on my head. And you—even wearing my old hand-me-downs—will always just be a thief."
I walked to the door, pulled it open, and pointed outside. "Take your jealousy and your cheap boyfriend and get out of my life."
Mia stood there shaking, her whole body trembling—until finally, she covered her face, turned, and walked away.
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September. The start of the new semester.
At the local community college's freshman orientation, the campus was buzzing with noise.
Liam stood at the main gate in a crisp white shirt, holding two cups of my favorite iced blackcurrant tea, scanning the crowd under the blazing sun.