In the bustling city of Melbourne, Cassalia and Blake are excited to embark on a new chapter of their lives, hoping to have a smooth and delightful first year at Melbourne University, where every moment will be beautiful and unforgettable.
However...
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The days stretch on, each one dragging me deeper into a hollow ache, as though the very fabric of time itself is mocking me. I can't fathom how my life has twisted into this endless torment. I refuse to believe it, refuse to accept that Cassy and I are over. I can't—how can I, when a part of me is lost, irrevocably shattered? She's made it clear, more times than I can count, that she wants nothing to do with me, but my heart doesn't hear her. It doesn't listen. It aches for her, yearns for her in ways that feel like they'll consume me. I can't be away from her. How am I supposed to breathe, to live, when she's the air I need to survive?
I've been showing up at her dorm, hoping, praying that maybe—just maybe—she'll look at me, even for a second, let me explain, let me apologize, let me show her how much she means to me. But she won't. She won't even spare me a glance. She's shut me out completely. I know I should step back, give her space, let her process everything. I know it's the right thing to do. But fear grips my chest every time I think about it. Fear that she'll move on without me, that I'll fade into nothing for her, a memory that she'll bury. Every day, I hold onto a shred of hope, desperate that somehow, she'll remember what we had—the love, the joy, the connection. That she'll remember me.
I'm not ready to let go.
I grab my keys, my phone, and make my way to the door. But then Jake's voice stops me, pulls me back into the reality I don't want to face.
"Off to see Cassy again?" I don't answer, because he already knows the answer.
"Bro, I know you miss her; I get it. But maybe...maybe you need to give her some space. She's hurting, and I don't think you realize how much. What happened...it's not something she can just move past," His voice is soft, understanding, but it stings all the same.
"I know," I whisper, feeling the weight of his words crush me. "I know. But I can't just...walk away."
He sighs, his gaze softening with concern. "Look, bro, as I've said before, I believe you. I know you didn't mean for this to happen. When I first heard what went down, I couldn't believe it. But when you opened up, when you told me everything, it made sense. Yes, you don't remember, but that doesn't change the fact that Cassy is heartbroken. She needs time. She needs space."
