You had been carrying so much lately, with no one to turn to. The only person who even knew the full story was Mattheo… your ex.

You called him, hoping for help, but he didn’t pick up. Maybe it was better this way—maybe keeping your distance was for the best—but you couldn’t stop yourself.

His silence made your anxiety spike, each passing moment heavier than the last. Then, the sound of footsteps in your dorm snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts.

When you turned around, there he was.

“You came…” you whispered, a mix of shock and relief in your voice.

“You called,” he said, his voice low, steady, carrying a weight that made your heart skip.