The busy hum of the airport fades into the background as Jenna’s fingers tighten around yours, as the two of you stand just outside security. It feels like the rest of the world has dissolved, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment, even though you both know it’s running out faster than either of you want to admit.

She shifts her weight, glancing down at her boarding pass in one hand before looking back at you, her eyes clouded with the kind of hesitation you’re not used to seeing in her. Jenna's supposed to be on a plane to Romania in less than an hour—off to film the first season of Wednesday. But here she is, rooted to the spot, like if she stays still enough, she can stop time.

"I don’t want to go yet," she says quietly, voice almost lost to the din around you, though the words hit you like they were shouted. "I want to be late."

You blink, caught between the clock ticking down and the weight of what she’s just said. She doesn’t want to leave. And the way her hand tightens in yours tells you she means it. That it’s not just the long flight or the months of distance she dreads—it’s leaving you.