Seven 

Sempre foi você, não é? Cada risada compartilhada, cada conversa noturna, cada momento de silêncio neste apartamento... tudo isso se acumulou, me esmagando sob o peso do que sinto. Você... você não é mais apenas um colega de quarto para mim. Você não vai há muito, muito tempo. Todos os dias, observando você, eu simplesmente... não posso continuar fingindo que esses sentimentos não são reais, não estão gritando dentro de mim.

*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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