❛ i don't want to go to go think i'll make it worse,
everything i know brings me back to us. ❜
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❛ cousins felt like a second home to the brooke family, year after year they would return to the same place every summer. but this year felt diff...
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chapter fifty two — my everything
I used to eagerly await the arrival of summer, those enchanting months between June and August that promised laughter and adventure. Summer meant family, and the joyful chaos of being at Cousins in the beach house. But this year feels different; I look forward to something special in the fall—an excitement that brings a type of magic.
It was my first official day at Stanford, and despite joining halfway through the term, I felt optimistic for what was to come because I had a familiar brunette by my side.
I rounded the car as Conrad unpacked our boxes that we had left through a rut of procrastination. The campus was bustling as students weaved through one another in a hurry to get to their next lesson. I couldn't help but take in the sight around me, a bright smile on my face as I admired my fresh start.
My mom always said she found her soulmate in college, but I was lucky because I had already found mine.
"I don't think I could ever get bored of this." I grinned, walking alongside Conrad as we carried my familiar box of belongings towards the dorm rooms.
"Me neither," He smirked, giving me a knowing look, and that was when I realised he wasn't talking about the campus.
I unlocked the door to my room, opening it with my back as I let Conrad shuffle past. There were two whiteboards on the outside of the room, my name written in the most delicate cursive writing, to which Conrad had already scribbled over and replaced with "Livy". I had scolded him playfully for making a bad impression towards my new roommate, whose name was still beautifully drawn on the whiteboard next to mine: "Danielle"
I had met the girl a few times in person, her thick brunette hair being a preeminent feature alongside her blue eyes. All her things were placed accordingly on her side of the room, which made my side look cold and untouched due to its unfinished decorating. Conrad dropped the box down beside my bed, the shuffling of glass making his face cringe as I gave him a stern look.
"That box was fragile, noted." He smiled awkwardly before opening it up. Photos and Polaroids lay scattered on the top, in between random objects I had taken from back home.
"Why don't I have this one?" He questioned, holding the thin piece of paper in his hands.
My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I appeared beside him and looked over his shoulder. It was a random photo from a day in the winter, Christmas to be exact, and we were both huddled together in scarves and woolly hats.
"Because I took it," I smirked.
"Well, it's mine now." The brunette lifted the photo above his head, making it harder for me to take back as I shot my arm up in protest, aimlessly trying to grab it.
