- 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀.

'. . . but with everybody watching us,
our every move,
we do have reputations . . . '
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elliott is quiet, closed off, and doesn't let people in-wary
of the world, keeping everyone at arm's length-including
amélie, the confident and effortlessly charming girl who
never seems to take anything seriously, who seems determined
to break past her walls. their conversations start small,
just passing words in the library, a slow push and pull
where amélie keeps showing up and elliott keeps
pretending not to care. but then things shift. they fall into
something almost comfortable, almost safe-until it all
falls apart. a drunken mistake, a stupid bet, and things
neither of them can take back. just like that, it's over
before it ever really began.
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'. . . if i could see you,
once more to see you . . . '
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started : march 2025
finished :
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' you're not as cold as you pretend to be, y'know . '

' oh yeah ? what am i, then ? '

' . . . mine . '