The week moved slow.
Angela buried herself in books, fellowship activities, and midnight prayers.
She stayed off Peter's status.
She didn't reply his "How are you?" texts.
And when Tamara got discharged, her world regained a little rhythm.
But her heart?
Still noisy.
Every time she opened her Bible, it felt like God was whispering:
"Do you trust Me?"
And every time, her spirit would flinch.
---
Peter, on the other hand, was quiet — too quiet.
He'd stopped trying to reach out.
Stopped walking past her hostel.
Stopped asking mutual friends how she was doing.
He was fighting something.
Himself.
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Then the email came.
"Congratulations, Mr. Peter Idu.
You have been selected for the United Kingdom Academic Exchange Program in Digital Media & Strategic Communications.
6-month immersion.
Travel date: October 19th."
He stared at the screen.
This was what he prayed for before Angela.
Before the chaos.
Before the lust.
Before the feelings.
But now?
It felt like a punishment.
---
He didn't tell her immediately.
Instead, he went to church.
Sat on the last row.
And cried.
"God… You gave me the girl I prayed for in ways I didn't expect.
But now that I'm finally trying to be the man she deserves… You want me to leave?"
The silence was loud.
But so was the peace.
---
Three days later, Angela saw him in the chapel after service.
He was waiting.
They hadn't spoken in weeks — not deeply.
"Hi," he said.
She nodded. "Hi."
He smiled nervously. "I got something."
She tilted her head.
Then he handed her the letter.
She read the words slowly.
Exchange Program.
United Kingdom.
Six months.
She froze.
Peter took a deep breath.
"I think… this is the sign you prayed for."
Angela blinked.
He continued, voice trembling.
"You asked God to make it clear.
I asked Him to help me let go of you if I was a distraction.
This? This is Him answering both of us.
But why does obedience feel like heartbreak?"
Angela's lips quivered.
She looked away. "Because we thought alignment would always feel good."
Silence.
Then she looked him dead in the eye.
"You're not the devil.
But you're not my assignment either… at least, not right now."
Peter nodded, tears in his eyes.
"Then this is goodbye?"
She paused.
"No.
It's just… Godspeed."
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They didn't kiss.
They didn't hug.
But their fingers brushed one last time.
And that was enough.
Because for the first time?
They were letting go without hating each other.