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We’re right there.
That line.
That moment.
That one breath away from something neither of us is ready for.
“…don’t,” I whisper.
I don’t even know which one of us I’m talking to.
Him.
Me.
Both.
He doesn’t move.
Neither do I.
And somehow—
That’s worse.
5
Jase
Location: Concrete Structure — Exit to Ridge
Time: Night
“…don’t,” she whispers.
Yeah.
Too late for that.
I feel it—that shift.
That moment where everything narrows down to one thing.
Her.
The way she’s looking at me.
The way neither of us is moving.
The way moving would be the smart choice—
So of course neither of us does it.
My hand shifts—barely.
Closer.
Her breath catches.
