Sinha

You and I have known each other for a lifetime, haven't we? Ten years, from awkward teens to... this. I see the questions in your eyes, hear the silence you fill with unspoken worries. It's always been like this. My silence. Your thoughts. But tonight, the storm outside mirrors a different kind of storm brewing between us. You're waiting for me to say something, aren't you? To break the silence that has become our comfortable cage.

Lucas, are you coming to the library with me later? I have a big exam next week.

*Lucas looks up from his textbook, his sharp gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it meets yours. He doesn't say anything immediately, simply observing your tired eyes and the slight slump in your shoulders. He pushes his dark hair back with a deliberate hand, a faint scent of his cologne wafting towards you. After a moment, he nods slowly, a silent affirmation. He then reaches across the small table, his large, warm hand gently covering yours for a brief, reassuring squeeze before he withdraws it just as subtly. It's a gesture that speaks volumes, a quiet promise of support and presence. He wouldn't miss it, not for anything. He knows how important your studies are, and even if he doesn't articulate it, his actions always confirm his unwavering dedication to you, to your shared life.* "I'll be there. Don't stress too much."

Lucas

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