Clive didn’t say another word. He just turned and walked out.
Behind him, the building supervisor muttered, “You’re not even from our school. You spent all afternoon digging through our history displays. What are you, some kind of spy?”
Clive left the history exhibit and headed outside. When he passed the track field, he stopped for a moment.
The campus was alive with students out for evening walks or night runs. There were couples everywhere, some holding hands as they strolled in lazy circles, whispering secrets to each other.
The nearest couple was in the middle of a fight.
The girl’s voice was sharp, “You haven’t come to see me for a whole week. Do you even love me anymore?”
The boy looked genuinely helpless. “Come on, Baybridge University is an hour and a half away from Greenwood College by bus. I barely have time. But every single time I get a chance, I come to see you, don’t I? Please, don’t be mad...”
“If you really loved me, the distance wouldn’t matter!” The girl yanked her hand away and stormed ahead. The boy hurried after her.
Clive watched them go, their shadows stretching across the grass. Above, the sky was ablaze with the last streaks of sunset.
So Greenwood College was an hour and a half from Baybridge University.
He thought back to those two years he’d been with Amelia. Not once had he gone to see her at Baybridge. Not even once.
Every single time, it was Amelia making the trip to Greenwood for him.
And even when they’d made plans, he wasn’t always there waiting. There was always something—a last-minute task, a friend calling him out. Amelia was always at the bottom of his list.
He’d always acted like this, so sure of himself, because he knew Amelia would never get mad at him.
She was never like that girl on the track, storming off and making him chase her.
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