Everything Meant Nothing
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Chapter 4: New City, New Messes
Romance Story: Chapter 4: New City, New Messes - A story about first love, last goodbyes, and everything that still lingers in between. A new city, a new life but somehow, his ghost still follows me. Maybe this time, love won’t leave me behind.
Caution: This Romance Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma Teenagers Consensual Romantic Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Mystery School Tear Jerker Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism Slow
I thought a new country would fix me.
That was the plan. New city. New flat. New version of me who didn’t lie awake every night thinking about a boy who broke my heart without even calling it a breakup.
But somehow, even in the middle of England, with clouds smothering the sky and red-bricked buildings that all look the same, I’m still thinking about Luke.
The plane landed in a light drizzle. The kind that wasn’t quite rain, just mist that clung to your skin like breath. The customs line was long. A kid screamed for ten minutes straight. And when I stepped outside into the arrivals bay, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt exactly the same as I had back home, just colder.
The drive to Ashgrave University took an hour. The campus looked like a movie set for a moody drama; wrought iron gates, gothic towers, ivy crawling up the stone walls. The air smelled different here. Wetter. Older. Like pavement and rain and something I couldn’t name.
The cab driver asked if I was excited. I said yes.
I lied.
My flat was on the second floor of a long brick building just off campus. Not a dorm, exactly. More like university housing with a shared kitchen and three bedrooms. It was cute. Modern. Clean. At least until we moved in.
Min, my flatmate was already there when I arrived.
He opened the door wearing soft grey joggers and a tank top that looked like it was stolen off a luxury runway. His skin practically glowed. Like K-drama actor levels of glow. Floppy black hair. Big eyes. A warm smile that made you forget you were jetlagged and homesick and one emotional sneeze away from crying.
“Troy?” he said.
“Yeah.”
“I’m Min.” He smiled. “Your new favorite person. Come in.”
We clicked fast.
Min was the kind of guy who made things feel easier than they were. He offered me tea before I’d even unpacked. Sat cross-legged on the counter while I wrestled my bags open. Made fun of how many sweaters I’d packed. Called my accent cute. Called himself a skincare fairy. Told me he had a girlfriend ... Yuki, who was in the girl’s dorm a block over and who would absolutely love me.
By the second day, I believed him.
We explored the local shops, grabbed bubble tea, and made fun of the campus map that looked like it was designed by a dyslexic crow. He took me to the best local coffee shop (tiny tables, cute barista, overpriced muffins), helped me decode the British grading system, and let me use one of his fancy serums when I woke up with plane-induced dry skin.
And for a second ... a small, fleeting second, I started to think maybe I could forget Luke.
That maybe there was something new starting here. Maybe Min was a sign. The way he touched my arm when he laughed. The way he always made sure I was walking on the inside of the street. The little glances that could have meant something.
He was model-beautiful. Lean, long-legged, impossibly soft-looking. The kind of person you’d swipe right on and then swipe again just in case. I caught myself staring more than once.
But there was no spark.
Not the kind that burned.
Not the kind that hurt.
And he had a girlfriend too.
“I can tell what you’re thinking,” Min said one night, flopping onto my bed as I tried to organize my textbooks.
I looked up. “What am I thinking?”
“That you’re into me,” he deadpanned.
I blinked. “Wow. Full offense, you sound like a narcissist.”
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