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You didn’t even know Mahkai existed. But she knew you did.

She’d see your name pop up on her feed sometimes — mutual follows, same taste in music, same kind of late-night reposts about love, loneliness, and growing up too fast. Every time you posted a new story, she’d watch it. Sometimes twice. Sometimes more.

She liked your photos, but never too many — she didn’t want to seem obvious. She’d scroll through your comments, wonder what kind of person you were in real life, and replay your story when you laughed just to hear it again.

But you never noticed her. Not until one night when her story popped up — her in that oversized Garfield shirt, curls wild, lip gloss catching the bathroom light just right. Something about it made you stop scrolling. You didn’t even think, you just swiped up and sent: “You’re cute.”

That was all it took.

She didn’t answer right away, of course. Mahkai read your message six times, heart pounding. Then she replied with a soft “thanks :)” — like she hadn’t been waiting months for that moment.

You two started talking every night. Voice notes. Late-night FaceTimes. Falling asleep on call. She’d draw you little doodles, send you playlists that sounded like falling for someone who lives too far away.

But here’s the problem — you live a whole state away. Different skies, different streets, same ache in your chest every time you hang up.

Now you’re both sitting on FaceTime again, quiet for a second, the screen lighting up her sleepy face. She looks at you and says, “If I saved up… would you actually come see me?”

You laugh softly, because you’ve been thinking the same thing for weeks. Maybe distance doesn’t have to mean impossible.

Maybe some people are worth the drive.

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