The University of Zululand welcomed Sanele with open arms. His dorm room smelled of new beginnings—a blend of textbooks, ink, and hope. He immersed himself in lectures, his heart aching for the familiar rhythm of Anthony's laughter.

Anthony, in Cape Town, found solace in the scent of old books. The psychology department became his sanctuary. But the nights were lonely, and the stars seemed dimmer without Sanele's constellations.