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I’m listening.
Really listening.
But my peripheral vision catches navy.
A bubble braid.
A ribbon.
Stella.
Standing near the fountain with Delia.
She looks over.
Just once.
Our eyes meet.
Isa says something and lightly touches my arm.
I don’t pull away.
Stella’s expression doesn’t change.
But something flickers behind her eyes.
Gone in a second.
She turns.
Walks away.
My chest tightens.
Isa nudges me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
You chose this.
You said you were locking in.
Hanging with Isa is clean.
Simple.
Healthy.
So why does it feel like I just scored and still lost?
