The next week beca chaos again.
Haley's internship expanded into actual campaign work.
Phil accidentally flooded part of the garage.
Luke tried starting a sneaker resale business with disastrous results.
And Alex finally submitted her Stanford application.
Which should have felt triumphant.
Instead she looked like sobody awaiting dical test results.
"You finished days ago," Haley said while watching her pace through Gael's kitchen. "How are you still stressed?"
"Because now it exists permanently."
"Don't be so dramatic. That's my job."
Alex stopped near the island and stared at her laptop again like Stanford might personally reject her through the screen.
The closer college beca, the more emotionally unsettled she seed underneath the sarcasm.
Not less confident.
More aware of what success would actually change.
Claire noticed it too.
That evening she sat beside Alex at the dining table while reviewing financial aid forms and scholarship docunts.
"You know," Claire said carefully, "you're allowed to be excited too."
Alex didn't look up imdiately.
"I am excited."
"You also look like you're preparing for execution."
"That's because college applications are execution."
Gael watched the exchange quietly from the kitchen while Haley sprawled across the couch nearby, editing social dia copy for her internship.
The room felt strangely grown-up lately:
career discussions,
application deadlines,
future plans.
Everybody moving toward sothing.
Then Alex closed the laptop abruptly.
"I need air."
She stood and headed through the gate before anyone could respond.
Haley looked after her briefly.
"She's spiraling."
"Astute observation," Claire muttered.
But she didn't imdiately follow.
Interesting.
Because lately Claire had started recognizing sothing difficult:
Alex didn't always need fixing.
Sotis she just needed space to unravel safely.
A few minutes later, Gael stepped outside.
Alex sat alone near the backyard fence with her knees drawn slightly upward against the patio chair, staring out into the quiet neighborhood.
"You disappear dramatically now," he said while approaching.
"I learned from Haley."
That pulled a faint smile from him before he sat beside her.
For a while neither spoke.
Then Alex exhaled slowly.
"I think I built my whole personality around leaving."
The sentence ca suddenly.
Too honest to be prepared.
Gael looked toward her more carefully.
Alex kept staring ahead.
"Top schools. Scholarships. Debate rankings." She shrugged lightly. "Everything always pointed sowhere else."
The vulnerability in her voice felt different tonight.
"Now it's actually happening," she continued quietly. "And everybody suddenly feels… important."
There it was.
The real conflict underneath all the ambition.
Not fear of failure.
Fear of separation.
The neighborhood lights glowed softly around them while distant music drifted from sowhere farther down the street.
Then Alex laughed softly to herself.
"This is probably the first ti in my life I've wished I wanted less."
Gael leaned back slightly in the chair.
"You don't actually want less."
"No." She smiled faintly. "I just wish wanting more didn't cost things."
She was finally old enough to understand it fully now.
Success required movent.
Movent created distance.
Distance changed relationships.
And suddenly childhood started ending for real.
Alex rubbed lightly at her forehead before looking sideways toward him.
"Do you think people outgrow each other naturally?" she asked quietly.
The question carried more weight than college.
Gael noticed imdiately.
"You worried about that?"
Alex hesitated.
Then nodded once.
Small movent.
Still honest.
And before he could answer—
Haley's voice suddenly yelled from inside the house:
"ALEX, MOM MADE GARLIC BREAD."
Alex imdiately stood up.
"…Family emotional manipulation is so toxic."
But the heaviness in her expression had softened slightly already.
And as she walked back toward the lights and noise waiting inside—
Gael realized sothing uncomfortable:
Alex wasn't afraid of leaving ho.
She was afraid of losing this version of her life forever.
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