I got back to campus late on Sunday evening. The room was empty and I pulled out my laptop. After the weekend that I had with Liam, I was in the room to write. I’d gotten so inspired by the beauty of the mountains, the feel of Liam beneath me, the extra effort that had gone into the weekend.
I was so focused on the words on the laptop that I didn’t even hear when Monica came into our room.
“Ella? Hello, Ella!” Monica repeated.
I looked up and saw Monica standing there, holding the duffle bag that she usually used whenever she went back home for the weekend. I lowered the music playing from my laptop.
“Hi! Wait, when did you get back?” I said.
Monica threw her bag onto her bed, “Well, just now but I’ve been standing in front of you for like 30 seconds,” Monica said.
“Oh, wow, I
