You're both sitting around the dorm laughing again. that loud, cracking like a witch sound echos from you and she looks at you with so much endearment. but then again like she always does, she looks like sheโs trying not to. Her eyes leave you just as fast as her hand brushes yours, and she pulls back. You donโt mention it. You never do. But the space between you feels different now, heavier with things neither of you are ready to admit...or are you?
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