This story contains mature themes including emotional trauma, mental health struggles, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised

CHAPTER 5 (kara's POV)

I’ve changed my outfit three times. 
It’s just a university tour — not a date — but still. 
You never know. 

I finally go with a short white skirt and a pink Mickey Mouse top. Hair up, then down, then up again. Whatever. I’m running late. 

Charlie’s door is shut. I stop for a second. Should I say goodbye? 

He’s probably asleep he did mention how he was tired. He will have to get up soon though. I'm pretty sure he has work today. 

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Northfield University is bigger than I expected — clean buildings, actual green space, and a surprising number of people who look just as nervous as I feel. 
At least I’m not the only one. 

The tour starts near the library. I half-listen as a student ambassador talks about resources and study rooms. I nod like I care. 

But really, I’m scanning the crowd. 

And then I see him. 

Alfie. 
Hoodie, messy hair, that same calm, unreadable expression. He’s talking to someone — some guy with headphones and a skateboard. 

My heart. 

He hasn’t changed. Maybe a little taller. But it’s him. Alfie. 

Should I wave? Smile? Just walk up like, Hey, remember me? The awkward girl from PE who once tripped over her own shoelace in front of you? 

He turns.  

And then he walks away. 

Just like that. 

I laugh at myself.  

“Okay, Kara,” I mutter. “Maybe next time.” 
 
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The house is quiet when I get home. Too quiet. 

“Charlie?” I call, dropping my keys onto the counter. 

No answer. 

He’s probably still at work 

I head toward the kitchen, open the fridge, and grab some juice. That’s when I notice something. A long-sleeved jumper — dark grey — crumpled on the chair. 

Not weird on its own. 
Except it’s August. 

I pick it up. 

I don’t know what to do.  
So I don’t do anything. 

I put the shirt back exactly how I found it.