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I missed home—and I already missed Mira. But the second I pushed the door open, ready for something familiar, I stopped cold. Loree was on her knees at my doorstep. Messy. Crying. "What are you doing here?" I froze. The rush of coming home died fast, replaced by something heavy in my chest. She looked up. The light in her eyes was gone—just red veins and tears. "I'm back. I've got nothing left. You're all I have now. I know I messed up. I left you for someone who never deserved it. I really know I was wrong, Rowan. Please... give me another chance. Can you forgive me?"

I stare at it, for what seems like an amazingly long time, both needing to open it and dreading to at the same time. There's noise in the hallway, letting me know everyone is up and at 'em, which means I should be too. "C'mon, D," I chide myself. "Open the fucking thing and get on with your life." Irritated, I hook a finger in the side and tear it along the edge, unfolding the paper with a gusto that almost rips it. I miss you. I need you. I love you. What? I have to read those words again, let them sink into my brain and grow roots, take hold and then make myself take a breath. She misses me? She loves me? She needs me?

El said in a cold tone. "Hello wake up lunch is ready" El said but Nathan didn't wake up either. El got closer to Nathan and made sure nothing happened to Nathan. "Nathan, wake up," El said, there was no movement from Nathan as a sign that he heard Eleven. "Don't make fun of me, wake up Nathan!" When El touched Nathan, he opened his eyes and stared intently at El. "Don't touch me," Nathan said. "What? Are you crazy? I think you're the deaf one" El says.

She's not just my world; she's the reason I believe in galaxies within a gaze. -Unknown. |K I R I L L| I found myself on my bed, scrolling through the gallery on my phone. The familiar images of Aleeza and me together brought a bittersweet smile to my face. Each photo held a story, a memory etched in pixels. My thumb traced the outline of her face on the screen, a subconscious gesture of longing. Sighing, I decided to reach out to her. I opened our chat and typed, "I miss you," feeling the weight of those words resonate with the quiet room. As I hit send, I set my phone down, staring at it as if expecting an immediate response.

‘Just read the damn thing,’ I rolled my eyes and pulled the paper away from my face.

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