BUT that forever didn't last very long. The semester was over before we know it. And as we enter our third year, we became so busy. I had clinical, and Quinn started with his training. What began as a simple video call every night and frequent text messaging became every other day to once a week -- and worse, once a month. Just like tonight, I waited for him to get home. It's midnight here in Hamilton, and it's only nine in the evening there.
"Rach," said Quinn.
He used to call me Babe whenever he picks up my calls, but now it's Rach. I didn't want to make a big fuss about it. Maybe, he just misses saying my name.
"Hey, how are you?" I was trying to fight my sleep. I had been yawning for the last couple of hours or so.
"Tired."
I waited for him to say something more, but he didn't. I
