I sat cross-legged on my bed, the envelope trembling in my hands. The weight of all those late nights, endless cups of coffee, and hours of studying pressed heavily on my chest. My heart thudded as I stared at the seal, daring myself to break it open.
Instead, I grabbed my phone and pressed Kit's name on FaceTime. It didn't take long for his face to pop up on the screen, slightly pixelated but still managing to look unfairly perfect. His messy blonde hair and the hint of stubble along his jaw made me smile despite my nerves.
"Hey" he said, squinting at the screen. "It's 6 a.m. here. Why are you calling me at—" He glanced at a clock behind him. "—midnight your time?"
"Kit," I blurted, ignoring his question. "They came in."
His expression shifted instantly, his sleepy confusion replaced by full alertness. He leaned closer to the camera, his green eyes sharp. "The results?"
I nodded, holding up the envelope. "I can't do it. I'll hyperventilate. You open it."
Kit laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar. "You want me to open your exam results through FaceTime?"
"Yes! I'll email you a picture of it right now. Please, Kit," I begged, my voice cracking.
"Alright, alright," he said, already reaching for his laptop. "Send it over."
A minute later, I watched his face on my phone screen as he opened the email. His brow furrowed as he clicked the attachment, and I could see his lips moving slightly as he read through the grades. The silence felt unbearable.
"Kit?" I whispered, barely breathing.
Suddenly, his entire face lit up. His eyes grew shiny, and he pressed his palm to his mouth. "Oh my God" his voice full of emotion. "You did it. You absolutely smashed it."
"What?" My voice cracked as my hands flew to my mouth. "What do you mean?"
"You got straight A's," he said, his voice catching slightly. "Top marks. You're incredible."
I froze for a moment, processing his words, and then the emotions hit me all at once. I let out a squeal of excitement, tossing my phone on the bed as I flopped back onto the pillows. My legs kicked in the air, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I covered my face.
"Kit!" I cried, laughing through my tears. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it."
I picked up the phone again, my face probably a blotchy mess, but I didn't care. Kit was beaming at me through the screen, his own tears threatening to spill over.
"Thank you," I whispered, the words barely enough to convey what I felt.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, the connection between us palpable even across the distance. His smile softened, and I saw something in his eyes—something warm, something more than just pride. My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered if he was feeling it too.
"Anyway!" Kit suddenly said, breaking the moment and clearing his throat. "This calls for a celebration. Do you want to watch a movie together? I've got a break in filming this afternoon, and we could sync it up."
I blinked, the shift in tone leaving me momentarily dazed. Then I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. "I'd like that."
"Good," he said, his usual playful tone returning. "Pick something good. No boring documentaries."
I laughed, rolling my eyes. "I'll find something."
"Perfect. I'm so proud of you, Y/N," he said again, his voice soft and sincere.
And just like that, the moment was sealed—a quiet understanding lingering between us, even as we shifted to lighter topics. But as I hung up the call, my heart was still racing, and I couldn't stop replaying the way Kit had looked at me. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something more.
