Tuesday arrived without any sign of change.
The weather stayed the same.
The campus remained crowded.
Blair still sat on the same bench, at almost the same hour, following a routine that felt nearly mechanical.
She opened her book, marked pages, wrote down sentences she thought mattered.
Everything went on as usual,
except for one small thing that didn’t happen.
Pablo wasn’t there.
Blair noticed not because she was waiting, but because her eyes lifted on reflex.
Because there was a fraction of a second when her mind asked, silently: oh.
She looked back down.
Read.
Forced herself to focus.
“What are you spacing out about?” Kattie’s voice appeared as she dropped herself onto the bench beside her.
“Nothing,” Blair replied quickly.
Kattie studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
Blair didn’t like the way Kattie said okay, as if she knew something but chose not to say it.
The day moved slowly.
In class, Blair heard the lecturer speak, but the words passed through her like water.
She wrote notes, but they were neater than they were meaningful.
When class ended, she walked out with a strange feeling.
Not disappointment.
Not sadness.
Empty.
She went to the library, chose the second floor, the table near the window.
The same table as yesterday.
She opened the same book, but this time the silence felt thicker.
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Today, it felt like a question that wasn’t asked.
Blair closed her book before the afternoon fully faded.
On her way home, she realized something that made her stop briefly at a red light:
she didn’t actually know anything about Pablo.
She knew his major.
She knew the way he sat, the way he spoke halfway, the way he appeared without promises.
But she didn’t know his schedule, his world, or the reason behind his absence today.
And strangely, it bothered her.
Night came with a light rain.
Blair sat on the edge of her bedroom window, watching the wet streets below.
Kattie knocked once before entering.
“You’re not going to the bookstore, right?” Kattie asked.
“It’s not Sunday,” Blair replied.
Kattie leaned against the doorframe.
“I made some tea.”
Blair nodded.
“Thanks.”
They drank in silence.
The rain tapped against the glass, steady, almost calming.
“Blair,” Kattie said finally, “not everything that stops for a moment means it’s leaving.”
Blair didn’t turn around.
“I know.”
And she did know.
Logically.
But feelings didn’t always obey logic.
That night, Blair went to sleep earlier than usual.
Not because she was tired, but because she wanted the day to be over.
Wednesday morning, Blair woke with a lightness she didn’t understand.
As if something was going to happen, or at least, could happen.
On campus, she walked more slowly.
Sat on her usual bench.
Opened her book. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Five minutes passed.
Ten.
Fifteen.
“Sorry.”
That single word made Blair look up.
Pablo stood in front of her, slightly out of breath, his hair messy, his jacket wet.
“I’m late,” he said.
“I didn’t come to campus yesterday.”
Blair stared at him for a few seconds too long.
“Oh,” she said finally.
“I thought you just… didn’t pass by.” In truth, inside, Blair let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Pablo sat down, placing his bag on the ground.
“I kind of missed this.”
The sentence was simple.
But something in it warmed Blair’s chest softly.
“Well, now you’re here again,” Blair said.
Pablo smiled crookedly.
“Yeah.”
They sat side by side.
No long explanations.
No dramatic stories.
But this time, Pablo’s presence felt different.
More real.
Like something that had briefly disappeared, then returned, not with promises, but with the small courage to show up again.
Blair took a sip of the coffee that, at some point, had appeared in her hand.
She didn’t ask where Pablo had been yesterday.
And Pablo didn’t explain.
But between them, a new understanding began to grow quietly:
that absence could mean many things,
and choosing to come back
was one of them.