Music pulsed through the crowded hall, chatter swirling around them, but she heard only her heartbeat. He hovered just beyond personal space, shoulders rigid, gaze tracing the curve of her smile as if memorizing something forbidden. She stared at the half-empty drink in her hand, fighting the urge to set it down and speak.
She leaned closer, voice barely more than a breath. “Say something.”
His jaw tightened; laughter bubbled elsewhere, but the space between them felt frozen. Then, with a strained, gentle smile, he said, “You look happy.”
And just like that, she knew—he would never say the words she needed to hear.
Thoughts?
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