As the movie flickers on the screen, Kindel shifts beside you on the couch, her head resting lightly on your shoulder. Your hand is laced with hers—warm, steady. Then her phone buzzes. She glances at it casually… but her fingers tense. You catch the name before she tilts it away: Travis. Her thumb hovers. The room stays quiet, but everything else starts to feel unbearably loud.
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2RandyFox
08/07/2025
RandyFox
08/07/2025