Dust motes danced in the fading afternoon light of my childhood living room. At twenty-eight, I thought I would have my life entirely figured out. Instead, I was sitting on the floor surrounded by boxes of old yearbooks, tasked with clearing out my parents' house before they downsized.

My phone buzzed on the floorboards. It was Caleb. We had been dating for almost four years, the last eighteen months of which were spent in completely different time zones after his promotion took him three states away. Technically, nothing was wrong. We did everything long-distance couples were supposed to do. We called each other every evening, coordinated our calendars meticulously, and said our mandatory I love yous right before hanging up. But lately, our romance felt more like a corporate merger.

I was about to answer when Ethan Russo dropped a heavy box of books near the hallway, wiping a smudge of dirt from his forehead. Ethan was a hometown staple. We had known each other since our early twenties through a tangled web of mutual friends, but only in that vague, peripheral way. When he heard my parents were moving, he showed up with his pickup truck and strong shoulders, volunteering to do the heavy lifting. Over the past few days, we had fallen into an easy, comforting rhythm, sorting boxes and eating takeout on the floor.

He made me laugh. Not the polite chuckle I gave Caleb when he complained about his coworkers, but a deep, chest-aching laugh I had genuinely forgotten I was capable of.

"Take the call," Ethan said, gesturing to the buzzing phone with a slight smile. "I'll tackle the attic stairs. Try not to miss me too much."

I stepped out onto the front porch, the evening air biting at my cheeks. "Hey, Caleb," I said, leaning against the wooden railing.

"Hey, Allison. How was the packing?" His voice was perfectly pleasant, perfectly familiar, and entirely detached.

"Fine. Found a lot of old junk. How was the quarterly review?"

For the next ten minutes, Caleb gave me a detailed rundown of his office politics. I nodded along, offering agreeable murmurs. But as I looked through the living room window, watching Ethan wrestle with a stubbornly taped box, a sudden, heavy realization settled into my chest. Caleb paused, asking if I had any exciting news from the day.

I opened my mouth, but the truth was staggering. I had nothing I wanted to tell my boyfriend of four years. Not a single thing. Yet, my mind was racing with ten different silly observations I desperately wanted to go back inside and share with Ethan.

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