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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥
___________ ౨ৎ ___________
BROOKLYN'S footsteps echoed through the deserted hallway as she approached the closed door of Mr. Fitz's classroom. The bell had rung a few moments ago, sending a wave of chatter and the rustle of backpacks into the corridor. But she had lingered, her heart racing and her thoughts swirling like a tornado in her mind. She took a deep breath, her hand hovering over the doorknob. What was she going to say? How was she going to explain it?
With a gentle twist, she pushed the door open. Mr. Fitz looked up from his grading, his glasses perched low on his nose, the end of a red pen tapping against the wooden desk. He offered a warm smile, which did little to alleviate the knot in her stomach. "Brooklyn,"
"Mr. Fitz, can I talk to you for a moment?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.
Ezra looked up from his papers, sensing the gravity in her tone. He nodded, setting aside his work. "Of course, Brooklyn. Have a seat." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
Brooklyn took a tentative step forward, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for the right words. She sat down, her backpack thudding against the floor. "Whatever happened between us," she began, her voice steady now, "it needs to stop. Just act like it didn't happen."
His eyes widened slightly, the smile fading from his lips. He leaned back in his chair, his hand hovering in mid-air where he had been about to touch hers. "Brooklyn, I-"
"No," she cut him off firmly. "I don't want to talk about it. Just pretend it didn't happen." She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "Have a good day," she said, her voice a mask of indifference. She turned on her heel and began to walk away.
౨ৎ
THE WILLIAM'S GIRL stood at the edge of the street, her eyes fixed on the warm glow spilling from the windows of Aria's house.The chilly autumn air whispered through the leaves of the giant oak tree that had stood sentinel over their childhoods. She hadn't been over since before the storm that had shaken their little town to its core. Aria's place had always been the sanctuary,their house was next to each others.So most of the times they used to sneak to each others houses.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the well-trodden path that led to Aria's front door. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the quiet neighborhood, each one louder in her ears than the last. She hadn't called ahead; she hadn't even texted. The weight of her decision to show up unannounced grew heavier with every step she took. By the time she reached the porch, her heart was racing.
Brooklyn raised her hand to knock, but before she could make contact with the door, it swung open. Aria's face lit up in a smile that seemed to warm the very air around them. "Brooklyn!" she exclaimed, stepping aside to let her in. "What are you doing here?"
