You could see it in their eyes, they weren't quite friends anymore.
The way she smiled for him? Friends don't smile like that.
The way he put his hands on her back? Friends don't touch each other like that.
The way her face lit up when he spoke? Friends don't look at each other like that.
The way his voice changed when he said her name? Friends don't talk like that.
Anyone could see it, clear as day. They weren't quite friends anymore; they'd grown into something even greater.
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