Between Us

The Space .... 'Between Us'

A love story that started nine weeks before the end.

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"We shouldn't be doing this."
"Then tell me to stop."

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They met in the middle of a fight.

She was the girl with the mic, the plan, the perfectly crafted war.

He was the boy in the back row with too many scars and no patience for idealism.

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"You're just performing."
"And you're just hiding."

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They weren't supposed to fall for each other.

They were supposed to pass each other like smoke in the hallway - not end up tangled in borrowed hoodies, half-finished playlists, library confessions, and the kind of touch that didn't feel casual no matter how many times they tried to fake it.

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"That night you came on my tongue, shaking?"
"Stop."
"No. Because now you're looking at him like he even belongs in the same world."

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Nine weeks.
One campus.
Too many almosts and one final goodbye.

This isn't a love story about forever.
It's about the space between.

This will burn. And it will hurt. And you'll want more.