I lean against the cold wall, eyes on the door, heart pounding louder with each passing second. The storeroom's silent, dim, just how we like it. My fingers twitch, aching to feel her. Every minute she's late feels like hell. I shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this. But damn it, I'd burn the world just to hold her for five minutes. Just five minutes where we're not enemies' kids just us
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