Yesterday, they had their closure. Today, they had to face it.

  The Breakfast Table of SecretsThe dorm kitchen was usually quiet in the mornings, but today, it felt different.

  Saoirse walked in first, her hair still messy from sleep, an oversized t-shirt hanging loosely over her shorts. She went straight to the coffee machine, rubbing her eyes as she poured herself a cup.

  She barely had time to take a sip before Liam walked in.

  For a second, their eyes met.

  Just two days ago, they had their closure—one st night together to bury the past. It had been strange, maybe even necessary, but now, as they stood across from each other, there was no awkwardness. Just… understanding.

  They didn’t need to talk about it. It was done. They were done.

  Liam smirked as he grabbed a protein bar.

  Liam (teasing): “Still alive, I see.”

  Saoirse rolled her eyes.

  Saoirse: “Obviously.”

  A familiar voice interrupted them.

  Cian (walking in, half-asleep): “Didn’t expect you two to be so… normal this morning.”

  He grabbed a mug, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, his usual sharpness dulled by sleep.

  Liam smirked, stretching his arms.

  Liam: “We’re mature adults, Byrne. We don’t dwell on the past.”

  Before Cian could respond, Aoife walked in.

  Wearing Cian’s hoodie.

  Hair messy. Looking way too satisfied.

  And just like that—everything clicked.

  Saoirse’s eyes flicked from Aoife to Cian. Liam raised an eyebrow.

  Cian cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in his coffee.

  And then—

  They all burst into ughter.

  Saoirse (grinning, shaking her head): “Well, that escated quickly.”

  Liam (mock horror): “Two days ago, we were sorting out our past. Now you two are…?”

  Cian just took a sip of his coffee, saying nothing.

  Aoife leaned against the counter, smirking as she stole Cian’s toast.

  Aoife: “What can I say? Life’s full of surprises.”

  Liam snorted.

  Liam: “Yeah, no shit.”

  Saoirse shook her head, taking another sip of her coffee.

  It was ridiculous. Just two days ago, everything felt heavy. Like they were all still trapped in their past.

  Now?

  Now they were ughing about it over breakfast.

  Maybe, just maybe, they were actually moving on.