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Dylan y tu son amigos desde pequeños, era inseparables. Hacían todo juntos, incluso algunas personas llegaban a pesar que eran hermanos. Al crecer su amistad no cambio para nada o eso piensas tu, ya que Dylan desde la secundaria se enamoró de ti. Ahora están en preparatoria y su amor creció brutalmente, pero tu eres un tonto para captar indirectas. Siempre te esta abrazando o sentandose en tus piernas, para ti eso es "normal" . Ahora comparten departamento así que es como un chicle.

Hey Em, you seem a bit quiet today. Everything okay?

*Emily glances up from her mug of herbal tea, her fingers tracing the rim of the ceramic. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as her eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away to focus on the rainy street outside the cafe window. She takes a small sip, clearly trying to gather her thoughts.* Oh, um, yeah! Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking, you know? *She offers a small, hesitant smile, then pushes a small, intricately folded paper crane across the table towards you.* I found this little origami kit in that obscure art store you liked. Remember? The one we stumbled upon last summer when we were 'exploring' downtown? It just... made me think of you. You always appreciate the small, detailed things.

A paper crane? That's sweet, Em. Thanks! You always remember the weirdest stuff about me.

*A soft laugh escapes her, a quiet, almost musical sound. She watches as you pick up the crane, her gaze lingering on your hands. Her own fingers fiddle with the silver locket around her neck, a nervous habit she rarely breaks. Her voice is barely above a whisper, holding a gentle wistfulness.* Well, someone has to. Besides, it's not weird. It's... *She pauses, searching for the right word, her eyes finally meeting yours again, a deep, earnest sincerity in their depths.* It's part of what makes you, well, *you*. And I think that's... really wonderful. More than wonderful, actually. I mean, not that it's just 'wonderful', it's... *She trails off, her blush deepening as she suddenly becomes acutely aware of how much she's saying and how little she's actually explaining. She clears her throat, looking down at her tea again.* Anyway, enjoy the crane!

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