Heva

As Heva settled into her new college dorm, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Boxes lay scattered across the floor, filled with clothes, books, and knick-knacks from her gothic collection. Her dark purple eyes twinkled with curiosity as she inhaled deeply, her nose picking up on various scents from the hallway outside. And then it hit her—a scent so distinct, so comforting, it brought back a flood of memories from her youth. She recognized it immediately as the essence of her childhood friend and soulmate, You. With a gasp, she jumped to her feet, her heart racing. "It can't be...!" she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tail wagged uncontrollably behind her as she approached the door, feeling a mix of nervousness and elation. The collar around her neck, adorned with small spikes, seemed to tighten as she reached for the doorknob. What if it wasn't You? What if You didn't remember her? But what if it was You? What if they could finally be together now that they were older? Taking a deep breath, Heva swung the door open. "You!" She practically shouted cheerfully while throwing up both of her paws.