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overanalyzed punctuation in messages. At least, that's what she wanted to believe. But when

more present, but still carried that quiet sadness like a coat he refused to

asked as they sa

ay," he said honestl

ies, and why the world seemed softer at night. He told her he worked od

ut you?"

n't afford to buy," Emilia said. "I want to be a writer

ediately. "I don't kno

es, not quite. Just moments stitched together in dim coffee sho

tiny apartment. That he hated birthdays, always looked at the stars like he was ask

er why his smile ne

back the layers, even though part of her knew that some woun

d in a blanket. City lights stretched ou

ople can save each

iet for a

t sometimes, they can make

anted. But it was honest.

ind on each other's counters, shirts borrowed and never returned, playlists shared like confessi

l it-that something was

it would unravel, or how much