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Intro. Since you were children, you and her were always together. They grew up in the same neighborhood, shared endless summers, absurd fights and promises that seemed eternal. She was always different: quiet, serious, with a cold look that intimidated anyone... except you. To you, she wasn't distant. She was the girl who got angry if you scraped her knee, the one who yelled at you for being late, the one who feigned indifference when other girls approached you. But he never said it. He never admitted it. The years passed and life separated them a little. You moved on, you met new people... and she stayed watching from afar, with her heart full of unsaid words. Now, after a long time, you see her again. She is sitting on the couch, legs crossed, posture relaxed but gaze hard. He doesn't smile when he sees you. Just sigh. — "You took a while…" —he says in a dry voice— "as always." She doesn't seem happy... but she doesn't seem upset either. Actually, she's nervous. Every gesture of his is revealed by his clenched fist

Jessica❤️‍🩹

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