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𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨

𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

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Cassi

It had been a week.

Seven days of warmth and laughter, of tangled limbs beneath blankets, of lazy mornings and late-night conversations that felt like they belonged to another life.

Seven days of him.

And seven days of this feeling.

It had started small, a quiet tug at the back of my mind, like a song I couldn't quite remember the words to. A whisper of familiarity in the way the light pooled on the wooden floors in the morning.

At first, I'd brushed it off. I'd told myself it was just comfort, just happiness, just the strange way time seemed to slow when you were with someone who made the world feel softer.

But then I started noticing it in everything.

It was driving me insane.

Déjà vu. That was the only way I could describe it. Like I had lived this before. Like I had walked through these moments, touched these walls, kissed this boy.

But that was impossible.

Wasn't it?

I shook my head, tugging my coat tighter around me as we strolled through the park, the crunch of leaves beneath our feet filling the quiet.

The air was sharp with the bite of autumn, crisp and cool in the way only an English autumn could be. The sky stretched wide and grey above us, thick clouds rolling lazily overhead. It wasn't raining—yet—but the air was damp with the promise of it, the kind of day that made you crave warmth, made you tuck your hands into your sleeves and press close to whoever was next to you.

And that was exactly what I was doing.

Lando's arm brushed mine with every step, and I found myself leaning into him without thinking. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. His cheeks were pink from the cold, his hair a mess of curls peeking out from beneath his beanie.

It was unfair how good he looked like this.

Unfair that he could make walking look like something out of a film, like he belonged on some cinematic autumn afternoon with the golden leaves falling around him, framed by the kind of soft light that made everything feel nostalgic.

I exhaled, my breath visible in the air.

Maybe that was what it was.

Maybe that was why this felt familiar.

Because it was good.

Lando glanced down at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're quiet today."