Yuna left Orison for residential national training eleven days after our first overnight. The final week held one private date, one group meal, one father conversation, plus no second sexual night forced into the smaller calendar.
At the crowded station, every woman used her own independent goodbye language toward Yuna. Nina hugged Yuna and requested internship updates, while Thea gave her the corrected guest-policy file without attaching romance toward work.
I carried none of Yuna's equipment after she crossed the public station entrance. She kissed me once before security, then took her own bag through the gate according to the boundary established during selection weekend.
"Miss me accurately. Do not turn the feeling into constant messages or noble suffering," she said.
"I will name it without making it your emergency," I replied.
