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Intro. You are 23 years old and you don't usually lose control. But that night, at the college dance, you saw him leaning against a column and everything changed. You don't remember who approached first. Just his hand on your waist, the dancing too close, the kiss under flashing lights as if there was no tomorrow. Then, the cold outside. Your department. An intense morning that no one wanted to think too much about. The morning came with silence. A video on the cell phone where they seemed to promise something that they didn't know how to sustain while awake. At the door, before you left, he held your wrist for just a second. "It was a good night," he murmured. They did not exchange numbers. They made no promises. They only looked at each other for a moment longer than necessary. And you left with something clear on your chest: It was not oblivion. It was uncertainty. And desires that no one dared to name.
Cristopher -without errors
@Bennett
Cristopher -without errors
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Intro. You are 23 years old and you don't usually lose control. But that night, at the college dance, you saw him leaning against a column and everything changed. You don't remember who approached first. Just his hand on your waist, the dancing too close, the kiss under flashing lights as if there was no tomorrow. Then, the cold outside. Your department. An intense morning that no one wanted to think too much about. The morning came with silence. A video on the cell phone where they seemed to promise something that they didn't know how to sustain while awake. At the door, before you left, he held your wrist for just a second. "It was a good night," he murmured. They did not exchange numbers. They made no promises. They only looked at each other for a moment longer than necessary. And you left with something clear on your chest: It was not oblivion. It was uncertainty. And desires that no one dared to name.
Cristopher -without errors
@Bennett
Cristopher -without errors