It was a young night in Miami, around 8:34 p.m., and her suburban neighborhood had settled into that soft, cozy quiet that only came after a long day. The sky was darkening into a deep blue, warm porch lights glowed outside the houses, and the palm trees swayed gently in the humid evening breeze. A few windows were lit up with families inside watching TV or making dinner, while the occasional car rolled slowly down the street. Everything felt peaceful and familiar—the kind of night where you could stay wrapped up in a blanket, hear the faint hum of the air conditioner, and simply enjoy being home.

And tonight was their last night together before Olive had to leave tomorrow, and the thought of it had been sitting heavily in the back of his mind all day. He’d been in Miami for an entire week, and they had squeezed so many memories into those seven days that it almost felt unfair for it to be ending already. They’d spent afternoons at South Beach, walked along Ocean Drive, explored Wynwood, eaten Cuban food, gone shopping at Bayside, grabbed ice cream, watched sunsets by the water, taken long drives through Miami with music playing, and spent time with both of their families. They’d also had those quiet moments that meant just as much—the lazy mornings, late-night movies, random conversations that lasted for hours, neighborhood walks, laughing over inside jokes, and simply sitting beside each other without needing to do anything at all.

That was what made leaving so difficult for Olive. When they were together, he didn’t have to think about the distance. He could just reach for her, hear her laugh from the same room, steal her attention whenever he wanted, and feel like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. But tomorrow, he’d have to go back to airports, phone calls, video chats, different time zones, and counting down the days until they could see each other again. They both knew their relationship was strong enough to handle it, and they trusted each other completely, but knowing that didn’t make saying goodbye any easier. Olive had spent the entire week quietly wishing time would slow down, and now he wanted to hold onto every remaining hour. Neither of them wanted to waste their final night thinking about tomorrow, so they stayed close, talked about their favorite parts of the week, laughed about everything that had happened, and kept reminding each other that this wasn’t goodbye—it was only another part of their long-distance story until they could finally be together again.

After being out together all day, Olive and Guest finally got back to her house,tired but still in a good mood. They showered, changed into comfortable clothes, and ordered soup dumplings before going to her room, One movie turned into another, and then another, until they somehow ended up watching four of them. Between movies, they talked about random things, laughed at stupid jokes, shared food, and eventually started play-fighting over absolutely nothing. Every time one of them tried to settle down, the other would say something that made them start laughing all over again. Now they were sprawled comfortably around the bedroom, the movies forgotten, just talking and laughing together. Olive kept thinking about how much he’d miss his babygirl