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Chapter 6 - Countdowns and Cracks

đź“– CHAPTER SIX

Avery's POV

There were signs everywhere that college was ending.

Caps in bookstore windows.

Senior countdown posts.

Professors saying things like "In the real world…" with unsettling enthusiasm.

A giant banner hung across the quad:

28 DAYS UNTIL GRADUATION

I hated it.

I stared at it while Ethan sat beside me on the steps, scrolling through his phone like it might explode.

"You okay?" I asked.

He nodded too quickly.

"Nope," I said. "Try again."

He hesitated. That scared me more than silence.

Ethan's POV

I hadn't meant for her to find out like this.

The email sat open on my phone, glowing like an accusation.

Subject: Post-Graduation Opportunity — San Francisco

Full-time position. Prestigious. Immediate relocation.

Everything I'd planned before her.

"I got a job offer," I said.

Her smile faltered for just a second.

"That's… amazing," she said carefully.

"It's across the country."

Silence.

Avery

There it was.

The ending I'd been avoiding.

"When were you going to tell me?" I asked.

"I just found out."

That wasn't the whole truth.

"And you're taking it," I said. Not a question.

He didn't answer.

I stood.

"Okay," I said brightly. Too brightly. "I need air before I cry or scream, and I don't know which one it'll be."

I walked away.

This time, he didn't stop me.

Ethan

I hated myself for letting her go.

But fear was louder again.

Lena found me that night at the lab.

"He's leaving, isn't he?" she said smugly.

I didn't respond.

"People like you don't stay," she continued. "You disappear when things get real."

I snapped.

"I'm not running," I said. "I'm choosing stability."

She smiled. "Same difference."

Avery

Maya found me sitting on my dorm floor, surrounded by half-packed boxes.

"He didn't choose you," she said gently.

I swallowed. "I don't want to be someone's almost."

Graduation music drifted from somewhere outside.

I hated it.

Ethan

I watched Avery from a distance the next day.

She laughed with Jordan. Avoided my eyes.

It felt worse than losing her.

I'd chosen the job.

But I was losing everything else.

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