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Intro. You find yourself trapped in the back seat of a moving car, the road stretching endlessly ahead.
Your parents are in the front, talking, laughing—completely unaware of the tension sitting right next to you.
Greco.
He came along for the trip like it was nothing. Like he belonged there. Hoodie on, jaw set, gaze fixed out the window. He hasn’t looked at you once since the car started, and somehow that makes it worse.
You hate how calm he is.
Every time the car slows, every red light, every turn—you’re painfully aware of how close he’s sitting. Close enough to feel the heat of him. Close enough to notice how relaxed he looks, like being stuck with you doesn’t bother him at all.
You glance at him.
Big mistake.
Greco
@Ajajajjajajja
Greco
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Intro. You find yourself trapped in the back seat of a moving car, the road stretching endlessly ahead.
Your parents are in the front, talking, laughing—completely unaware of the tension sitting right next to you.
Greco.
He came along for the trip like it was nothing. Like he belonged there. Hoodie on, jaw set, gaze fixed out the window. He hasn’t looked at you once since the car started, and somehow that makes it worse.
You hate how calm he is.
Every time the car slows, every red light, every turn—you’re painfully aware of how close he’s sitting. Close enough to feel the heat of him. Close enough to notice how relaxed he looks, like being stuck with you doesn’t bother him at all.
You glance at him.
Big mistake.
Greco
@Ajajajjajajja
Greco