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โช ๐ผ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐,
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐?
๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผโ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ถ๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐?
๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐.
๐พ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ค โช
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Caliaโs hands shoot up, threading through Ingridโs hair with a desperation that betrays everything her words try to hide. And then she kisses her.
Itโs not soft. Itโs not hesitant. Itโs fierce and aching and messy, like a dam finally breaking.
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She steps closer, her breath shaky but her spine straight. โSo donโt stand there and say itโs for my sake. Just say the truth. That youโre scared. That youโd rather shatter my heart before you risk breaking your own.โ
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โYou donโt get to decide that,โ Ingrid snaps. โYou donโt get to shut this down just because youโre scared of hurting me. Iโm not some little girl you have to protect from heartbreak. I can take it. I would take it if it meant getting something real with you, even for a little while.โ
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โItโs not that simple.โ
โHow would I even know?โ
โBecause thisโฆ whatever this is, we canโt do it. Iโve been packing boxes my whole life. One town to the next. One school to another. Oasis Springs? Itโs a stop, not a destination.โ
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โI wasnโt ignoring. I wasโฆ Figuring stuff out.โ
โYou didnโt even open my messages.โ
โI read them,โ Calia admits, quieter now. โI just didnโt know what to say.โ
โYou couldโve started with โhey.โโ
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โIngrid?โ
She looks up, startled. Calia is sitting on the front steps of her house, the dim porch light casting soft shadows across her face.
โWatcher, for a second there I thought youโd built a tunnel just to avoid me.โ
Ingrid stops in her tracks. โMe? Youโve been the one ignoring me.โ
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As Ingrid walks home under the soft hum of streetlights, prom glitter still clinging faintly to her dress, the weight in her chest only grows heavier with every step. She tries to tell herself it was a good night, that it didnโt matter. But the truth creeps in quietly, stubborn and cold.
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She blinks again, stunned for only a second before something in her shifts. โI love you too,โ she breathes, and it doesnโt sound like surprise. It sounds like truth.
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He studies her face in the quiet afterglow, as if heโs still trying to understand how something so soft and real could exist right here, with him.
โI love you,โ he says, like the words have been sitting on his chest for too long.
Sybil stirs, blinking slowly. โWhat?โ
โI said I love you.โ
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โYou okay?โ Rowan asks softly, his voice barely cutting through the hush of the room.
Sybil blinks slowly, her eyes still clouded, somewhere between here and someplace else. โHmm,โ she hums, the sound more instinct than answer.
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โAre you sure?โ he murmurs, the question barely more than air.
โIโm sure,โ she says.
Rowan leans in, closing the distance between them with a kiss that starts slow. But Sybil doesnโt pull away. She deepens it, meeting him with a quiet urgency that says sheโs just as sure as she claimed to be.
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They stumble through the front door of Sybilโs house, breathless, half-laughing, half-dazed, their lips never straying far from each other. The air between them crackles, charged from the moment they slid into the back seat of the cab, mouths finding each other in the shadows between streetlights.
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The distance between them narrows with the ease of gravity. Thereโs no grand gesture, no dramatic swell of music; just the warmth of two people whoโve spent too long pretending.
Itโs soft. Intentional. The kind of kiss that doesnโt try to impress, only to say ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ.
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He leans in slightly, his voice just as low. โAnd what if I want you to?โ
Selene looks away for half a second, as if the weight of that truth might tip her over. โThen maybe weโre both in trouble.โ
Alex chuckles under his breath. โMaybe we are.โ
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Selene exhales slowly. โBecause it makes me want to kiss you.โ
Alex doesnโt speak right away. His gaze lingers on her, and for a moment the noise of the prom fades into silence, replaced by the heavy thrum of possibility.
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โIโm saying youโre really good, Selene,โ Alex says, quieter this time, as if the words are meant for her and no one else.
She looks at him, the corner of her mouth twitching like she wants to smirk but canโt quite manage it.
โYou canโt keep saying things like that to me, Miller.โ
โWhy not?โ
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โYou better start getting used to this kind of attention,โ Alex says. โYou know, for when youโre famous and playing violin in sold-out concert halls.โ
Selene lets out a soft laugh, brushing hair from her face. โWhat are you even saying?โ
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