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Like it’s nothing.
Like that didn’t just shift everything between us.
I stare at him.
Searching.
Waiting.
For something.
For him to take it back.
For him to not mean it.
“…fine,” I say.
Also a lie.
Jase
We don’t stop.
Not really.
We just—
Pause.
Reset.
Pretend.
She turns away.
Puts distance between us.
It lasts about three seconds.
Maybe four.
I watch her.
The way she moves.
The way she’s trying to pull herself back together.
The way she’s not quite succeeding.
Yeah.
Same problem.
“You’re shaking again,” I say.
“Cold.”
“Liar.”
