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

CHAPTER 7 (Kara's POV)

It’s the first day of university. I'm so excited. Hannah and I step into the busy lecture hall, scanning for seats. 

I spot Alfie flipping through notes.  

I hold on to Hannah's hand as we begin to walk over. Before i know it im standing next to Alfie. GOD his hair. I need to touch his hair.

Fuck it I need to concentrate.

I hesitate, then ask “Um, are these seats free?” 

Alfie doesn't even look up at me. 

Disappointment courses through my veins. 

“Yeah,” he says quietly. Hes concentrating on his work like he should be, not desperatly scanning the room for love. Good for him I guess.   

Hannah and I take the seats beside him. 

Suddenly, Alfie looks up, eyes narrowing with recognition. “You know… your voice sounds familiar. Wait—Kara? Hold up. I thought you were gonna take a gap year.” 

“Yup, that’s me!” I smile, feeling a flicker of warmth. “The original plan was a gap year, but I changed my mind, I guess.” 

He nods slowly, a small smile on his lips. “Glad you’re here.”