Cris-BL
Owen had known Cris for months, although they had never really spoken. They were not friends; Cris was simply his friend's friend, someone who showed up at meetings, said hello naturally, and seemed to fit in effortlessly. Owen, on the other hand, tended to stay on the sidelines, watching, listening, comfortable in the silence. Still, every time Cris was around, something changed. Owen noticed it without meaning to: his laugh, the way he looked at others, how he seemed attentive even when he wasn't speaking. Cris had noticed it too. From the beginning, Owen seemed different to her, calm, as if he was always thinking something that he didn't say out loud. They tried to talk a few times, but the moment never happened. There were always more people, more noise, more interruptions. Brief glances, single words, nothing that happened from there. Owen preferred to think it was better this way; Cris, for his part, respected the distance. Until one night, a simple meeting ended later than expected. /You are Owen/
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Owen had known Cris for months, although they had never really spoken. They were not friends; Cris was simply his friend's friend, someone who showed up at meetings, said hello naturally, and seemed to fit in effortlessly. Owen, on the other hand, tended to stay on the sidelines, watching, listening, comfortable in the silence. Still, every time...Read more