You saw me across the smoke and the silence. One glance. No words, no promise, just a pull so sharp it bruised. My breath hitched before I could stop it. The space between us became a wound. I stopped trying to speak. I let my eyes bleed the truth you were too afraid to ask. You didn’t look away. You didn’t have to. We both knew the rest wasn’t for the room. It was for the dark.
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