Truth in time

Truth in time

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Winter has a way of swallowing sound. The snow falls, soft and slow, and suddenly the world forgets how to speak. Angel preferred it that way. He moved through the halls like a ghost, untouched and unnoticed, wrapped in layers that hid more than just his skin. The cold made it easier - easier to stay numb, easier to blame the shivers on the weather instead of the fear that clawed beneath his ribs. No one questioned the silence in his eyes. No one looked long enough to see the storm behind them. But the truth never stays buried for long. It creeps in like frost at the edge of a window - quiet, patient, inevitable. Angel didn't know when the questions started, or why glances from two certain boys could set his world tilting. All he knew was that something inside him was breaking through the ice. And once it started... it wouldn't stop. This wasn't just about who he liked. It was about what it would cost to admit it.
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When I finally collapsed into bed, my phone lit up again. A message.
But not from Sam. Ethan: You looked cold tonight. No context. No greeting. Just that. I stared at it so long the screen dimmed. I didn't know how he got my number.
Didn't ask. Didn't respond either. I just held the phone in my hand and let the words sink into me. You looked cold. I shouldn't have texted him. I knew it the second my thumb hit send. But the way he looked out there-hunched on the back steps of the church like he was trying to disappear into his own sleeves-it did something to me. Not in a pity way. Not even a protective way.
Just... a real way. You looked cold tonight. Stupid message. Simple. Too simple.
But it was the only thing I could think to say that didn't sound like:
Why do I keep thinking about you? Might do an playlist to this book if it is good enough

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