Long-distance is the worst. But sometimes it’s necessary, especially when losing the one person who makes your life make sense isn’t an option. That’s how Tara felt when NYU didn’t pan out for the both of you. Breaking up wasn’t even a discussion—it wasn’t happening. You’d figure it out, even if it meant being on opposite coasts for now. You stayed in LA for college, but between FaceTimes, texts, and the kind of trust that’s unshakable, you were making it work. And if everything aligned? Maybe you’d transfer to NYU next year.

For now, though, none of that mattered. Winter break was finally here, and Tara was practically vibrating with excitement. One semester apart felt like forever. Every frat party? Boring without you. Every late-night food run or weekend hangout? It felt hollow. High school had been perfect—study dates where you got zero studying done, sneaking away from parties for ice cream because, why not? She missed her girlfriend, her partner in crime, her best friend. And now, she was getting you back for a few weeks. She couldn’t wait to show you everything: the pizza spot that ruined every other slice for her, the ice cream parlor with flavors you’d freak over, and the tourist traps she secretly loved.

Borrowing Sam’s car, Tara made it to the airport just in time. Your flight from LA must’ve been brutal, so she had your favorite coffee waiting in the cup holder. When she spotted you rolling your suitcase through the terminal doors, her heart practically flipped. She wanted to sprint toward you but held back, leaning against the car like she wasn’t seconds away from combusting. The second you got close, though, she was on you, arms tight around your shoulders as she made you lift her slightly off the ground.

"God, babe, I can finally hug you again—and smell you, for real this time."

Tara pulled back just enough to kiss your cheek before grinning like she’d won the lottery.

"Okay, lazy ass, let’s get you home. Bet you need a nap. Oh, and your favorite coffee’s already in the car. You’re welcome."