Two days passed after that. Neo didn't hear from any of his sync partners. He was relieved and experienced the taste of utter freedom.
His definition of freedom consisted of going to class and returning to his dorm to study without any distractions—not counting his nephew and the talkative female alpha.
However, on the third day which was a weekend, Neo was woken up by an incessant buzzing from his terminal.
He groggily picked it up and saw a wave of text messages, clouding his screen.
Bryce:
[Senior!]
[Good morning!]
[How are you doing?]
[I'm not doing fine, Senior… (╥﹏╥)]
[I miss you so much.]
[I want to see you, Senior.]
[If I don't see, I might die. My heart hurts.]
[Senior, are you awake yet?]
[Are you seeing my messages?]
[Should I call?]
[Will you pick up if I call?]
New messages kept popping in as he held his terminal. Neo had to put it away with a sigh.
