After that night…
Nothing felt the same.
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Not because something dramatic happened.
But because something had been said that couldn't be taken back.
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"I feel it too."
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Those words stayed with Amara.
Echoing in her mind in the quiet moments.
In between lectures.
In the silence of her room.
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But what hurt the most wasn't what he said.
It was what came after.
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Distance.
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Kieran changed.
Not suddenly.
Not obviously.
But enough for her to notice.
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He stopped waiting for her after class.
Stopped sitting beside her every day.
Stopped texting as often.
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And when he did talk to her…
It felt different.
Shorter.
Colder.
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Like he was trying to undo something that had already happened.
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At first, Amara told herself she was imagining it.
That maybe he was just busy.
That maybe she was overthinking.
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But deep down…
She knew the truth.
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He was pulling away.
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"See? I warned you."
Tessa's voice broke through her thoughts one afternoon.
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Amara sat quietly on her bed, her phone resting beside her.
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"He's doing exactly what he always does," Tessa continued. "He gets close… then disappears."
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Amara didn't respond immediately.
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Because this time…
She didn't have anything to say.
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"Maybe it's not like that," she said softly, though her voice lacked confidence.
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Tessa sighed.
"Amara… look at what's happening."
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And that was the problem.
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She was looking.
And it hurt.
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Later that day, Amara saw him again.
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He was standing outside the cafeteria.
Surrounded by people.
Laughing.
Smiling.
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Just like before.
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Like nothing had changed.
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Like they had never happened.
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Her chest tightened.
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For a moment, she just stood there, watching.
Trying to understand how someone could switch so easily.
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Then…
She saw it.
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A girl.
Standing close to him.
Too close.
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He leaned slightly toward her, saying something that made her laugh.
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And just like that…
Everything clicked.
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This was who he was.
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The same person everyone warned her about.
The same person she thought she was different from.
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Her throat tightened.
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"Amara?"
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She turned slightly.
It was him.
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Kieran.
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For a brief second, their eyes met.
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And in that moment…
Everything felt heavy.
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There were so many things she wanted to say.
So many questions.
So much confusion.
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But instead…
She just nodded.
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"Hi," he said, like nothing was wrong.
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That simple word hurt more than anything.
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"Hi," she replied.
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Silence.
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The girl beside him glanced at Amara, then back at him.
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"Are you coming?" she asked him softly.
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Kieran hesitated.
Just for a second.
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Then he nodded.
"Yeah."
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And that was it.
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No explanation.
No apology.
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Nothing.
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Amara stood there as they walked away together.
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And for the first time since she met him…
She felt it.
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The pain.
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Not loud.
Not dramatic.
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But quiet.
Deep.
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The kind that settles in your chest and refuses to leave.
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That night, she didn't cry.
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She just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
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Because sometimes…
Pain isn't loud.
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Sometimes…
It's just empty.
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Meanwhile, Kieran sat alone later that night.
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The same room.
The same silence.
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But something felt off.
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He picked up his phone.
Opened her chat.
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And stared at it.
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His thumb hovered over the screen.
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He could text her.
Explain.
Say something.
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But he didn't.
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Because he knew something she didn't.
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And that truth made everything worse.
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"I told you this would happen," he muttered to himself.
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But even as he said it…
It didn't feel right.
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Because for the first time…
Walking away didn't feel easy.
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It felt like losing something he wasn't ready to lose.