The following day, I found myself wandering around one of the campus courtyards, surrounded by the gentle murmur of student chatter and the refreshing breeze that kept me centered as I awaited Kennan's arrival. Earlier that morning, I had texted him, asking him to meet me here. After a day of avoiding each other, I sensed that he, like me, had been reflecting on our recent confrontation. Following my conversation with friends yesterday, I realized it was time to address the situation. I needed to express how his aloofness had affected me. Deep down, I hoped he would respond perhaps with an explanation, an apology, or anything that might shed light on his recent distance.
Then, I saw him across the green, his head slightly bowed as he strolled toward me, hands in his pockets, looking as pe
