Things We Pretend
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There are things you notice when you're the quiet one.
Like how some people laugh a little too fast.
Or how two people who aren't supposed to keep finding excuses to be in the same room.
I never meant to watch them.
Not really.
It's just-when you live in a house that's half love and half secrets, your eyes learn where to go.
I know that she smiles like nothing's wrong. My 👨👩👧 acts like he doesn't see it.
And maybe they think I'm too young, or too distracted, or just too me to care.
But I care.
I notice.
And the thing no one tells you about noticing is-once you start, it's hard to stop.
I was 12 when it all really started.
Not just them.
Me too.
The boy. The girl. The part of me I didn't have words for. The touch. The electric feeling behind my ribs. It's not true or real, though. It's just a thing people ache for. I don't believe in it.
Everyone thinks it's their story.
But I'm the one who watched it all.
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