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Chat_Noir1mine
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HAPPY FUCKIN NEW YEAR YALL FROM ME AND JULIAN
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GIRL WRITE A STORY TS INTERESTING OMG
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Chat_Noir1mine
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today — after school
the bell rings and everything spills out at once. lockers slamming, people yelling, shoes scraping the floor.
Julian finds me without even looking for me. he always does.
“you walking?” he asks.
“yeah.”
“cool. i’ll walk you.”
simple. no big deal. like it’s already decided.
we leave campus together, backpacks on, late afternoon sun hitting just right. it’s quiet in that comfortable way, where you don’t feel like you have to fill the silence.
we talk about dumb shit. class. some kid who wouldn’t shut up. how practice was exhausting. how my feet hurt.
normal things.
and the closer we get to my house, the more my heart starts doing that thing. like it knows something’s coming before i do.
we stop in front of my place.
he shifts his weight, shoves his hands in his pockets. “you good?”
“yeah,” i say. “thanks for walking me.”
“always,” he says, like it’s obvious.
and i don’t know what comes over me. i don’t overthink it for once.
i step closer, rise up just a little—
and kiss his cheek.
just a quick peck. nothing dramatic.
but OH MY GOD.
the way he freezes.
the way his ears turn RED.
the way his eyes widen like i just committed a crime.
i pull back, already smiling, and say, “bye.”
and then—
THIS MAN.
he grabs my wrist gently, spins me back toward him, and before i can react—
HE KISSES MY CHEEK BACK.
SLOWER.
ON PURPOSE.
“revenge,” he says.
MY FACE IS ON FIRE.
“SHUT UP,” i laugh, covering my face.
he’s grinning like an idiot. BLUSHING HARDER THAN BEFORE.
i squeak something unintelligible and bolt for the door like my life depends on it, unlocking it as fast as i can.
right before i go inside, i glance back.
he’s still standing there.
watching me.
smiling.
and when i finally shut the door behind me, i lean against it, heart racing, face hot, thinking—
yeah.
today was good.
Chat_Noir1mine
today — still school
after lunch, walking to class again, he says quietly, “you seem lighter today.”
i shrug. “i feel… steadier.”
he nods like he understands exactly what that means.
before we split for class, he hesitates, then reaches out and hooks his pinky with mine for half a second.
just a pinky.
just a second.
then he lets go and says, “see you later.”
and walks off.
no kiss.
no big gesture.
but my chest feels warm all day after that.
and i think—
maybe today isn’t about fixing anything.
maybe it’s just about staying.
Chat_Noir1mine
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TODAY.
i wake up and the first thing i feel is… weirdly calm.
not happy-happy.
not anxious-anxious.
just… lighter than yesterday.
my phone’s face-down on my bed. i already know there’s a text. there always is.
i flip it over.
Julian:
“morning. did you sleep okay?”
of course.
i stare at it for a second. not panicking this time. not overthinking every possible response like it’s a life-or-death decision.
i type back.
me:
“yeah. better than yesterday.”
three dots pop up almost immediately.
Julian:
“good. i’m glad.”
THAT’S IT.
NO PRESSURE.
NO FOLLOW-UP.
JUST… CARE.
and that’s when it hits me—he’s not trying to fix me. he’s not interrogating me. he’s just… there.
at school, things feel different.
not dramatic different.
quiet different.
when i walk in, i see him across the hallway. he notices me at the same time.
we lock eyes.
he smiles. not big. not cocky. just that soft one from the park.
he doesn’t rush over. doesn’t put me on the spot.
just waits.
so i walk to him.
BABY STEPS.
“hey,” i say.
“hey,” he replies.
we stand there for a second, both kinda awkward, like we’re relearning each other after last night.
then he asks, “you good today?”
i nod. “yeah. i think so.”
“okay,” he says. “if that changes, you know where i’ll be.”
simple. steady.
we walk to class together. not touching, but close. comfortable.
no rumors today.
no boys starting shit.
no unknown texts buzzing my phone.
just… normal.
and it feels strange in the best way.
because after everything—the chaos, the fear, the overthinking, the running—
today feels like the start of something real.
not loud.
not rushed.
just real.
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(still yesterday — park)
we stay on the swings until our legs get tired.
no rushing.
no phones.
just the sound of chains creaking and the night settling in around us.
eventually the swings slow on their own.
Julian drags his feet to stop, then looks over at me and says, “it’s getting cold.”
i nod, even though i don’t really want to leave.
we walk back toward the entrance side by side, close enough that our hands keep brushing but neither of us says anything about it.
when we reach the gate, he stops.
turns to me.
for a second i think he’s gonna kiss me again—but instead he just pulls me into a hug. not playful this time. not teasing.
steady. warm. safe.
he rests his forehead against mine and says, real quiet,
“you don’t have to be okay all the time. just… don’t disappear on me.”
my throat tightens.
i whisper, “i’ll try.”
he nods like that’s enough.
then he smiles—soft, tired, real—and says,
“that’s all i need.”
and when i walk home after that,
the night doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.
Chat_Noir1mine
(still yesterday — park)
eventually he lets me go and we both just collapse onto the grass, out of breath, staring up at the sky.
for a second, everything’s quiet again.
but this time it’s not heavy.
it’s peaceful.
then he sits up suddenly and goes, “hide and seek.”
i groan. “you’re such a child.”
he smirks. “yeah. and you’re still it.”
i roll my eyes but get up and hide anyway, crouching behind some trees, trying not to laugh when i hear him pretending to search dramatically.
“wow,” he calls out. “you’re REALLY good at this.”
i don’t move.
two seconds later—
he pops up right in front of me.
“found you.”
i scream again and he laughs, pulling me into another hug, this one slower, calmer. his arms wrap around me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
he rests his chin on my head and says quietly,
“there you are.”
and something about that makes my chest ache in a good way.
we end up at the swings after that.
the park’s empty now. quiet. sky starting to turn dark blue.
he sits me down on one and says, “don’t move.”
then he steps behind me and gives the swing a gentle push.
not hard.
just enough.
i lean back, looking at the sky, legs dangling, feeling like a kid again.
after a minute he stops pushing and walks over to the swing next to mine, sitting down.
he kicks off first, then me.
we swing side by side. not talking. just existing.
i glance over at him mid-swing and he looks so calm. like this is exactly where he wants to be.
and for once…
i feel okay.
not happy-happy.
not fixed.
just okay.
and honestly?
that’s enough for tonight.