One hour before …
The night air felt alive when June and I finally stepped out of our dorm room. She’d changed into a glittery cropped hoodie and ripped jeans, her curls bouncing like she’d styled them with a cheer squad’s worth of energy. I had to laugh at her and then myself as we walked together.
Two weeks ago, I was swearing up and down that I would always prefer to live alone.
No roommate. No surprises. No one to deal with. That's how I have always loved it. That's how it had always been.
Until it changed.
I could remember easily how I hated it.
But now? Now, here I was, willingly linking arms with June as we headed across campus like we’d been best friends forever.
She had that effect. Wild, eccentric, unpredictable but impossible not to like.
It was crazily beautiful.
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