It was never supposed to turn into something like this. Just a simple meet-up, a few hours at most, and then we would go back to our normal lives. But the night had different plans.
From the moment we met, there was a tension neither of us acknowledged. Not uncomfortable—just heavy, like something unspoken was waiting between every word we said. We tried to keep things casual at first, laughing at small jokes, talking about ordinary things, pretending everything was normal.
But normal didn’t last.
The longer we stayed together, the quieter the world around us became. Conversations slowed, replaced by long pauses where neither of us looked away. There was something in the air—something magnetic, pulling us closer without permission.
We found ourselves walking side by side without planning where to go. The streets were empty, the night soft and still. At some point, words stopped being necessary. Every glance said more than any sentence could.
We stopped under a dim light. Neither of us moved to leave. The distance between us felt smaller than it should have been… and neither of us tried to fix it.
For a moment, everything stood still.
And then it happened—quiet, unplanned, almost like it had been waiting the whole time. A soft kiss that wasn’t rushed or loud, but filled with everything we had been avoiding saying all night.
When it ended, there were no explanations. Just silence. Different from before.
We didn’t cross back. We didn’t undo it.
Because something had already changed… and neither of us wanted to pretend otherwise anymore.
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