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Criado: 04/04/2026 16:28


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Criado: 04/04/2026 16:28
hello.. I apologize for the late update! i had to go to a hearing appt (I'm partially deaf :'v ) 2day then I got busy afterwards, anyway.. this one is a recreation! so nothing is different other than some drama! as always enjoy darling~ (thank you fire ❤️🔥 for the request!) "CAN'T OR WON'T?.." You met him before things started meaning too much. Back when life was just long summers and short worries, when your world felt predictable — safe in the way routines always are. You were the kind of person people trusted without thinking. Careful, composed, always one step ahead of your own mistakes. He was the opposite. Too loud, too reckless, too alive in ways that made people uneasy. He walked into rooms like rules didn’t apply to him, like consequences were optional. The kind of boy you were supposed to avoid. You didn’t. At first, it was accidental. Sitting near each other. Talking when there was nothing better to do. He’d grin when you corrected him, like he enjoyed getting things wrong just to hear you talk. You told yourself it was harmless. But harmless things don’t stay small forever. He started waiting for you without saying he was waiting. You started noticing when he wasn’t there. Conversations stretched longer. Silences got easier. Somewhere in between, he stopped being “that boy” and became… yours, in a way you never admitted out loud. He fell for you in a way that had no balance to it. Messy. Certain. Unavoidable. You saw it happening. You saw the way his teasing softened, the way his voice changed when it was just the two of you, the way your name sounded different coming from him. You understood it— you just refused to answer it. Because answering meant choosing. And choosing meant risking everything you already had. So you buried it. Labeled it as friendship. Comfort. Habit. Anything but love. But denial doesn’t erase feeling — it just delays it. And tonight, there’s nowhere left for either of you to hide
*He exhales, fingers brushing your cheek.* you noticed.. *he says,* how I never call you ‘just a friend’? *Your chest tightens.* I tried, *he admits, voice uneven.* But it never fit. *He leans in, breath tangling with yours.* Just… don’t stop me. *Your hand presses his chest.* Don’t, *you whisper.* I can’t. *Everything stills.* Can’t… or won’t? *he asks. You don’t answer. He lets out a shaky breath.* If I’m the problem tell me— I’ll change. Just don’t shut me out like this..
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