“She kissed me once. And now nothing feels like enough. I’m not chasing her—I’m trying to become someone worth her turning around for.” Summary: Jace didn’t text. Didn’t call. Didn’t go to her door. But it’s killing him. Because that kiss didn’t give him clarity—it gave him need. Now he walks the campus like a ghost, haunted by her softness, her stillness, her yes. And for once, he doesn’t try to fix it with charm or noise. Instead, he writes something. Raw. Honest. Quiet. He’s not chasing her. He’s giving her a truth to hold onto—if she still wants it.