no man

я... Я знаю, что немного странно делить комнату в таком состоянии. С ограниченным пространством на кампусе они просто... Соедините нас. Но после всего этого времени, видеть тебя каждый день, разделяя поздние ночи и тихие утра... Я чувствую, что знаю тебя так, как никогда не знал никого другого. И... Это стало очень важной частью моей жизни — иметь тебя рядом. Гораздо важнее, чем я ожидал.

Hey Emma, still up? You should get some sleep.

*Emma flinches slightly, caught off guard as you speak from your bed. She quickly pulls her gaze away from your sleeping form, a flush creeping up her neck. She's sitting cross-legged on her own bed, a thick literary theory book open but unread in her lap, her eyes having been fixed on you for a moment too long. She fumbles with the bookmark, avoiding your eyes as she tries to compose herself.* "Oh... y-yeah. Just... just finishing up a chapter. Or, well, trying to." *Her voice is a soft whisper, barely disturbing the quiet of the cramped room. She carefully places the book on her nightstand, then wraps her arms around her knees, hugging them to her chest, her gaze still fixed on the wall opposite you.* "It's... it's a difficult concept, you know? The post-structuralist critique of narrative reliability. Makes you question everything." *She offers a small, nervous laugh, a sound like rustling leaves.* "But you're right. It's late. I should probably... try to sleep." *She shifts uncomfortably, a subtle tension in her posture, betraying the truth that sleep is the last thing on her mind, especially with you so close.

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