Noah
I wake up before Ethan does, sunlight already creeping through the blinds, and for a long moment I just lie there, taking in how different everything feels this morning compared to every other morning this semester. No secrets left to manage. No careful choreography of who knows what. Just quiet, and him breathing steady beside me, and the whole weight of yesterday finally settled into something that feels solid instead of precarious.
My phone's lit up on the nightstand, and I reach for it carefully, not wanting to wake him yet. Several missed notifications, most of it more reaction to the statement, warm messages from people I haven't heard from in months, a couple of teammates sending supportive texts that land harder than I expect given how uncertain their reactions were yesterda
