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𝗟ucas didn't come.
frankie sat on the edge of her bed with her shoes half-laced, just staring at the clock. he always came. even when they fought. even when things were weird. especially when she was quiet.
but this morning... nothing.
and she knew why. he knew something was wrong. he'd been trying to ask all week. and she'd kept shutting him out.
she pulled on her hoodie and tried not to feel it. the quiet. the ache in her chest. the fear that maybe this thing between them was changing.
downstairs, elle waited by the door, already dressed, bag over her shoulder. she didn't ask anything right away, just handed frankie the travel mug they shared and opened the front door like she knew they'd walk in silence.
and they did. mostly.
but halfway to the station, frankie felt elle glance at her. a soft, side glance. quiet but warm.
"whatever's weighing on you," elle said finally, "i hope it remembers you don't deserve to be crushed by it."
frankie blinked.
her eyes stung a little and she wasn't sure why. she gave a small nod, tucked her hands deeper into her sleeves. "thanks."
the subway rumbled beneath them. the usual buzz of new york blended in with her thoughts. loud and foggy at once.
by the time they got to school, she hadn't said much else.
they didn't even stop at their lockers first just headed straight to frankie's.
her fingers hesitated on the combination, and elle must've noticed. she tilted her head. "you okay?"
"yeah," frankie said quickly. too quickly.
she opened the locker and something floated forward.
another note.
the envelope looked almost the same. no name. same fold. but this one was sealed.
frankie caught it before it could hit the floor. her pulse picked up as she peeled it open.
