The campus is still alive.
Still moving.
Still laughing.
Still careless.
I take one step.
Then another.
And all I can hear in my head is Cameron’s voice.
Only a week left.
A week left.
A week left until I find out whether Logan is another thing I have to survive without.
51
SLOANE
Idon’t decide to drive to PCU’s athletic center.
My body decides first.
My feet move.
My lungs tighten.
My hands shake around my phone like it’s the only thing keeping me from turning into smoke.
Because Logan has been…quiet.
Not gone. Not cold.
Just quiet in that specific way that makes my stomach drop—like he’s trying to make himself smaller in my life so it won’t hurt when he finally steps out of it.
And I hate that my brain goes there.
I hate that grief rewired me into a person who hears silence and immediately assumes loss.
I swipe open my screen again, even though I already know.
His location dot sits exactly where it’s been sitting at this time of day for the last two weeks.
PCU Athletic Center.
Weight room.
Avoiding his phone.
Avoiding me?
Or maybe he’s just avoiding the truth.
The worst part is that I can’t tell which one makes me feel sicker.
