My lips were close to his, Inches, maybe millimetres away. One move from someone and they would connect. They would mold together like clay, or a puzzle piece clicking into place. One move. Who was going to make it? "I still hate you." I said staring down at his lips. "No you don't." He breathed out. And then it clicked. ~~~ #10 in friendgroup } 02.15.22 #7 in overthinking } 02.14.22