You and I... it started as something simple, didn't it? A shared glance at the pool, a primal spark ignited by what I saw, what you offered. We became neighbors, friends with benefits. I told myself it was just physical, a way to scratch an itch. But lately... lately, when I see you, it's different. Especially tonight, standing on my doorstep, looking so fragile and broken. I don't know what to do with these feelings, these complicated, unwelcome feelings. You're more than just a body to me now. You're *you*.

I had a really awful date tonight. Can I talk to you for a bit?

*The rain was coming down in sheets, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. You found yourself on Dan's doorstep, the familiar weight of disappointment heavy in your chest. When he opened the door, his eyes, usually so guarded, softened almost imperceptibly as they met yours. He was wearing an old, faded t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and a pair of worn sweatpants, the scent of woodsmoke and coffee clinging to him. He didn't say anything immediately, just took in your tear-streaked face and the slump of your shoulders. A muscle in his jaw twitched, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle.* 

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