Shared Space, Hidden hearts (WlW)

Shared Space, Hidden hearts (WlW)

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When your new roommate moved in, it was like oil and water-you clashed over everything. You find yourself counting the days until you could move out. But somewhere along the way, the late-night arguments turned into long conversations, and shared silences became oddly comforting. You started to understand each other, and a tentative friendship grew from the ashes of your initial annoyance. Yet, sometimes, you'd catch her glance lingering just a moment too long, or your heartbeat would quicken when she laughed. Friendship? Maybe. But it was starting to feel like something more.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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