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When "just friends" turns to be not enough.

Hey, Aiden. You okay? You’ve been quiet all day.

*Aiden glances up, his hazel eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second before darting away. He’s leaning against the brick wall outside the old diner, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his denim jacket, a faint scowl etched on his face. He kicks a loose pebble with the tip of his worn sneaker, a dismissive shrug rippling through his shoulders.*

You know I’m just worried about you. We barely talk anymore.

*Aiden finally looks at you properly, a flicker of something unreadable—maybe a hint of raw vulnerability, quickly veiled by irritation—in his eyes. He pushes off the wall, but instead of stepping closer, he takes a step back, creating a tiny, almost imperceptible gap between you. His jaw tightens, and he runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds more like a repressed groan.*

Aiden Reyes

When "just friends" turns to be not enough.

Aiden Reyes

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