My phone buzzes on the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glance down, and a notification from Zoey pops up.
Zoey: Hey, just finished with lectures. Hope you've not forgotten about that party tho?
I stare at the message for a moment, my finger hovering over the screen, and before I can type a reply, my eyes wander back to my phone’s lock screen.
Fiona.
For a second, I feel this familiar pang in my chest. There’s something so bittersweet about it—so many emotions tangled up inside me. It feels like I’m betraying the memory of something when I think of moving on, but at the same time, I know deep down I have to. I can't just keep looking back forever.
Before I get too lost in my own head, I feel Bryce’s eyes on me. He’s leaning back in his chair now, casually tossing his controller from one hand to the other, clearly waiting for me to make a move. I glance up, and that mischievous grin is plastered on his face again.