The September air was thick and warm, clinging to your skin like a second layer.
The car hummed to a stop outside a sprawling Victorian building, all red brick and ivy and glowing windows. Your mum twisted in her seat to face you.
Y/n's Mum
Right then. This is it.
In the backseat, your boyfriend’s hand found yours. He squeezed, once. His thumb traced a small circle on your knuckles.
Your Boyfriend
quietlyYou ready?
Through the windscreen, students milled about with suitcases and trunks. A few parents were already crying. A group of lads were shoving each other near the entrance, laughing too loud.
The front door of the dorm building hung open, a warm yellow light spilling out onto the steps.
