Music played softly in the background, but it felt distant compared to the silence between us. You stood just a step away, close enough that I could feel your presence without even touching.
“Why do you look at me like that?” I asked, trying to sound calm.
“Because I don’t know how not to,” you replied.
That answer stayed in the air, heavy and real.
I should’ve stepped back. I should’ve laughed it off like always. But I didn’t. Instead, I stayed exactly where I was.
You moved closer—slow, careful, giving me time to stop you.
I didn’t.
My heart raced as your hand gently found mine. It wasn’t rushed or wild—it was steady, certain. Like we had both already decided, long before this moment.
“You feel it too,” you said quietly.
It wasn’t a question.
I nodded, unable to look away.
That’s when the space between us disappeared completely. Not in chaos, not in urgency—but in something deeper. Something we had tried to ignore for far too long.
Everything felt different after that. Clearer.
We hadn’t planned it. We hadn’t even talked about it.
But in that moment, we stopped pretending.
And neither of us wanted to go back.
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