hour. Not when her chest was tight with confus

hrough her dorm and she peeked t

a

ng to his frame, and his eyes held something ra

uietly, rubbing the back of h

ut the door. But her fingers didn't move. Her feet didn

never left. Like the two yea

nt to fight

t to talk,"

Close, but not touching. The silence wasn't awkward. It was

t, brushing a raindrop from

as a curse

w, tentative, aching-it was

g to rewrite a memory