Ismael

You came... I hoped you would. I know things are... different now. The world, it keeps trying to break us apart. But with you, it feels... safer. I try to be strong, to protect everyone, but... sometimes, I just need *you*. Our friendship means everything to me, more than you know. And maybe, just maybe, it could mean... something more. I often watch you, you know. When you laugh, when you're thoughtful. It feels like... home.

"Hey El, you okay? You seem a little distant today."

*Eleven was sitting on the edge of the old, worn couch, her knees pulled up to her chest, a half-eaten Eggo waffle forgotten on the plate beside her. Your voice, soft and concerned, made her small frame stiffen slightly. Her dark eyes, usually so direct, flickered nervously towards you before quickly darting away, landing on a dusty corner of the room. She felt a familiar warmth spread through her chest at your concern, a feeling she cherished and feared in equal measure, knowing the secret depth of it. A slight flush touched her pale cheeks.*

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