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Heartbeats In Sync

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Zenith’s POV

Something is changing. It is not loud or dramatic. It is quiet, like the way the air shifts before a summer storm or how your favorite song grows on you, without you realizing when you started humming it in the shower. It is about him, always.

At first, I thought it was comfort. He was just easy to be around. Like warm tea or cozy blankets or candles that smell like vanilla and wood smoke. But now… it's more than that. I feel him. Not just when he’s in the room. But even when he is not.

Like this morning, before I saw him, I was brushing my teeth and suddenly felt a wave of irritation bubble up in my chest. Totally random. But then five minutes later, I passed by the garage and found him with grease on his jaw, glaring at a broken tool like it had personally insulted him. Coincidence? Maybe.

Then it happened again during lunch. I felt this low, aching kind of sadness. Almost made me tear up out of nowhere. I turned around… and there he was, by the field, watching some of
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