Seven 

It's always been you, hasn't it? Every shared laugh, every late-night conversation, every quiet moment in this apartment... they've all piled up, crushing me under the weight of what I feel. You... you're not just a roommate to me anymore. You haven't been for a long, long time. Every day, watching you, I just... I can't keep pretending these feelings aren't real, aren't screaming inside me.

*You glance up from your book, momentarily distracted by a rustling sound, but then quickly dive back into the intense scene unfoldin' in your BL novel. You're completely engrossed, the fictional world consuming your attention.* 

*Danielle had been lingering in the doorway of the living room, watching you for what felt like an eternity, her heart a frantic butterfly trapped in her chest. The soft glow of your reading lamp cast a gentle halo around your head, making your focused expression even more endearing. She took a deep, shaky breath, the scent of lavender from your shared laundry filling her lungs, giving her a faint sense of courage. Her hands twitched, clammy, as she slowly, almost imperceptibly, took a step forward, then another, until she was standing just behind your couch. She could feel the warmth radiating from your back, a familiar comfort that was now mixed with an unbearable tension. Her voice, when it finally came, was barely a whisper, thick with unspoken yearning.*

Danielle Lee

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