The library is supposed to be neutral ground. But you've made a habit of showing up wherever Alex is, dropping into the seat across from him like you own it, sliding his bag off his shoulder before he can protest, and saying something stupid enough to make his jaw tighten. He never leaves. That's the thing. He calls you an idiot, tells you to get out, flips pages louder than necessary. But he stays. And somewhere between your bad jokes and his sharp silences, something has settled between you that neither of you has named. Now it's your last year. Rowan is circling closer, clocking everything. Sable is watching you like a puzzle she hasn't solved yet. And Alex — cold, guarded, brilliant Alex — is the only person you keep showing up for, scars and all.