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Us, In Another Ending

Us, In Another Ending

Shisui

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A love that bloomed too early. A truth that shattered too much. And a finale that questions everything. Mikey Ledger wasn't supposed to fall for Crizzle Hamilton. She was loud, chaotic, and constantly stole his fries but somewhere between college rooftops, shared secrets, and everything they never said out loud, he did. And on the day of graduation, he almost told her. Almost. But fate doesn't wait for almosts. And what they discover next isn't a love story-it's a curse. A secret buried deep in family history rips their connection apart. They're siblings. Or so they're told. One heartbreak leads to another. Mikey vanishes. Crizzle moves on with someone who was always watching, Owen Harper-Mickey's best friend and the years don't just change them-they break them. But what if the truth was never the truth at all? What if love was never the mistake? And what if the ending they accepted... was never supposed to be the ending at all?

Chapter 1 The Day We Met

Rosewood University – First Week of Class

Mikey Ledger wasn't late, but he might as well have been.

The campus buzzed like a kicked beehive suitcases dragged across cobblestones, students calling out to friends, and some freshman already locked in a battle with a jammed vending machine. The sun threw golden streaks over the redbrick buildings, and Mikey stood still in the chaos, sketchpad under one arm and absolutely no idea where to go next.

He spun his phone around in his palm, pretending he wasn't stalling. Google Maps had failed him for the third time. First day of college, and he already looked like a background character in someone else's story.

Then, a voice loud, amused, and a little bossy cut through the noise.

"Are you lost, or is this part of your brooding artist aesthetic?"

Mikey turned, eyebrows raised.

A girl stood a few feet away, balancing a steaming coffee, a huge canvas board, and a tote that was bleeding art supplies. Her hoodie had paint stains in at least five different colors. Her ponytail was loose, messy, and perfect.

She tilted her head. "Don't worry, I specialize in rescuing first-years who think they're too cool to ask for directions."

"I wasn't lost," Mikey replied, then immediately tripped over a crack in the pavement.

She blinked. "Right. Not lost at all."

He caught his balance, heat crawling up his neck. "Okay, maybe a little."

She shifted her grip on the canvas and offered him a smirk. "Follow me, Mystery Boy."

He didn't even hesitate.

"I'm Crizzle," she said as they walked toward the Fine Arts building.

"Mikey."

She nodded like she approved. "Nice. Mikey-the-mysterious. Sounds like someone who broods in the library and drinks black coffee even if he hates it."

"I do hate it."

"Knew it."

They slipped into the last two seats in the orientation hall, just as the dean started his welcome speech. Mikey tried to focus, but Crizzle kept whispering her own sarcastic version of the announcement.

"Five bucks says he practiced this speech in front of a mirror last night."

Mikey bit back a laugh. "More like ten. With dramatic hand gestures."

She snorted, earning a glare from a student in front of them.

By the end of the orientation, Mikey hadn't retained a single rule, but he knew Crizzle's favorite band, the name of her cat (Pickles), and her opinion on cafeteria food (do not trust the lasagna).

When they finally stepped outside, the sun had shifted, casting long shadows across the campus lawn.

"You hungry?" Crizzle asked. "There's a place near the dorms that sells decent fries. Kinda greasy. Kinda addictive."

Mikey nodded. "Lead the way, Rescuer of the Lost."

They sat by a window in a small, crowded diner just off campus, sharing a plate of over-salted fries. Crizzle talked fast jumping from art to music to her high school arch-nemesis who once ruined her mural with a spilled milkshake. Mikey just listened, half-staring, half-smiling, trying not to show how drawn in he was.

"So, what are you running from?" she asked, licking ketchup off her thumb. "Everyone in art school's running from something."

Mikey blinked. "Damn. Straight to the trauma?"

"Obviously."

He leaned back, tossing a fry into his mouth. "My dad wanted me in business school. Said art's a waste unless it's printed on money."

"And here you are."

"Yeah," he said, eyes dropping to his sketchpad. "Here I am."

Crizzle leaned forward, eyes serious for the first time. "Well, screw business school. You've got artist hands."

Mikey raised a brow. "Artist hands?"

"Yeah," she said, grabbing his hand and flipping it palm up. "See? These are the hands of someone who doesn't just want to draw-he needs to."

Her touch was light, but her words landed hard.

He didn't pull away.

She finally let go, then downed the rest of her soda. "Anyway. That's enough emotional depth for one day."

"Agreed," Mikey said, trying not to look flustered. "Let's go judge people's dorm decorations."

"You had me at judge."

Back at Fletcher Hall, they paused outside the elevator.

"Room 304," Crizzle said.

Mikey grinned. "302."

She stared at him. "You're kidding."

"Nope."

A pause. Then, "Okay, so, if you turn out to be secretly annoying, I'm moving."

"You'll miss me too much."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. "See you around, Mystery Boy."

And just like that, she was gone.

Mikey stood there for a beat longer, hand still holding the elevator button, heart doing a little tumble in his chest.

He didn't believe in fate. Not really.

But meeting her? It didn't feel random.

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