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Carissa's POV We stepped outside. The morning air immediately greeted us, cool but fresh, with the scent of damp earth. The streets around the house were quiet, with only the occasional bird call or wind rustling the leaves. We walked side by side, not too close, but not too far apart. The distance felt just right—enough to give us space, but also enough to feel like we were being accompanied. At first, we didn't say much. We just walked, letting the sound of our footsteps be the background music. But the silence felt soothing. Every now and then, I glanced at Dylan. He walked calmly, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the road ahead or the blue sky. There was a calmness I rarely see in others—like he wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere. “Do you usually take morning walks?” I finally asked. He shook his head. “Rarely. I usually go for a

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Carissa's POV Every time I picked something, Dylan would always pay attention. Not in a judgmental way, but as if trying to remember. "You like apples, huh?" he asked as I set down two red apples. I nodded. "Yes. Ever since I was little." He smiled faintly, then picked up another apple and put it in the basket. "An extra." I chuckled. "You seem really serious." "Not really," he replied casually. "It's just... I like knowing little things about you." That sentence left me speechless for a moment. I didn't respond immediately, just looking down, pretending to be busy with the bottle of mineral water on the bottom shelf. But inside, I could feel something stirring. We were spending more time than we should have, simply because of the constant flow of small talk. About the foods they used to love, about failed cooking experiments, about the little th

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Carissa's POV “Don’t you feel lonely?” I asked cautiously. Dylan thought for a moment. “Sometimes, yes. But over time, I got used to it. Loneliness… isn’t an enemy, more like an old friend that comes and goes.” I gripped the pillow tighter. “I understand what you mean.” He turned his head and looked at me. “Do you feel the same way?” I took a deep breath. “Yes. I often feel that way. There are moments when I’m surrounded by people, but I still feel alone. Oddly enough, there are moments when I’m alone, but I feel full.” He didn’t answer immediately, just stared at me for a moment longer than usual. That gaze wasn’t just listening, but understanding. And I realized this was one of the reasons his presence felt different. He wasn’t just there, but truly present.

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Carissa's POV [I'm going out for a moment.] Don't forget breakfast.] I smiled slightly, letting the note cling to my hand. It wasn't a long sentence, nor was it anything particularly heartfelt, but its simplicity warmed me. I got up, tidied the bed as best I could, and walked into the kitchen. The refrigerator was now full of yesterday's groceries, and the small shelf of bread and fruit sat neatly. For some reason, the kitchen felt different—more alive, as if holding traces of our laughter and conversation. I prepared myself some tea, poured the hot water slowly, and sat down in a chair. A strange sense of longing arose, even though we had only spent so much time together last night. Not long after, the front door opened. Familiar footsteps entered, and Dylan emerged with two paper bags in his hands.“Morning,” he greeted with a faint smile.

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Carissa's POV I sighed, then smiled slightly. “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” He shook his head. “No. In fact, it’s nice to see you sleeping peacefully.” Those words made me pause. There was no joking tone in his voice, just a quiet but deep sincerity. I stared at him for a long moment, then said almost in a whisper, “Thank you.” He just smiled, closing his book again. Something had changed since then, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It wasn’t anything major, nor anything dramatic. Just… a thin layer that suddenly made everything feel closer. I was getting used to his presence. Not in the sense of a tiring routine, but more like a sweet habit that felt odd when it disappeared. The sound of his footsteps in the next room, the way he typed with an unsteady rhythm, even his habit

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Carissa's POV With all the little laughs, all the cooking mistakes, all the light conversations, all the brief touches that seem accidental but are actually full of meaning. I want to remember what it's like when simple things can mean everything. How silence can be as warm as a hug. How someone can be there not to fill a void, but to show that even that emptiness can be beautiful when shared. Over the past few days, I've begun to notice something. Dylan seems a little different. Not a major change, just a faint shadow on his face—like someone who's keeping something hidden but choosing not to say it. I notice the way he smiles, still warm, still reassuring, but there are small moments when his eyes lose focus. Or when he suddenly pauses for longer than usual, as if his thoughts are wandering somewhere far away. I want to ask, but my lips always hold back. Unti

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Carissa's POV First, Dylan's secret. It was obvious, the thickest thread. I didn't know what he was hiding, but its shadow lingered in the gaps between our conversations. Every time he fell silent for too long, every time his eyes stared blankly before returning to a smile, I knew there was something behind it. Second, my own heart. I began to wonder, could I wait? Was my love patient enough? Or was I just deluding myself into thinking I could accept all this without knowing anything? Third, the outside world. Even though we'd tried to create our own peaceful space, there were still doors and windows. I couldn't close them all. There were messages from friends, from family, who sometimes asked questions—about me, about him. And every time that happened, I felt caught between two sides, wanting to be honest, but also wanting to protect what was still fragile between us. One afternoon

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Carissa's POV Dylan's words made my chest both warm and tight. Because I felt the same way. I stared at him for a long moment, then said softly, “I’m scared too. But I also want… not to have to hide all the time.” Dylan lifted his face, his eyes staring at me seriously. “Do you want us to tell people?” I swallowed. “I don’t know. Maybe not everyone. But at least… those close to me. So I don’t have to lie every time I’m asked.” He closed his eyes briefly, as if weighing something heavy. When he opened them again, his gaze was filled with doubt. “I understand. But… I’m not ready, Carissa. Not now.” I nodded slowly, though my chest ached a little. “I understand,” I replied, though I didn’t fully comprehend. We were silent again. But t

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Carissa's POV I wanted to know who it was to. But I held back. Finally, he turned off his phone and set it on the table, louder than usual. I jumped slightly. He quickly raised his hand, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I nodded and closed my book. “You want to tell me anything, Dylan? Even if it’s only half.” He stared at me for a long moment. “Are you sure?” I sighed. “I’m more afraid of you keeping it to yourself than of me hearing something that might be serious.” Dylan lowered his head. There was a long pause before he finally said, very quietly, “There’s someone I hurt in the past. And I don’t know when… or if they’ll ever show up again.” The words lingered in the air, thin but piercing. I waited. But he

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Dylan's POV I often wonder, what would happen if Carissa knew everything? Not in fragments, not in the long pauses I’ve given her now, but all of it—unfiltered, unprotected.I know the answer: she might be hurt. Or worse, she might leave.That’s what makes me hold back. Keeping the secret sealed tight, even though in my chest it feels like carrying a heavy stone that grows heavier each day. Morning came slowly, with soft light seeping through the curtains. I hadn’t really slept last night—more like lying awake, listening to the ticking clock, and occasionally to the sound of Carissa shifting on the sofa.I got up first. The kitchen was still quiet, the air cool against my skin. I turned on the stove, set water to boil for tea. Somehow, such a simple act gave me something to hold on to, something tangible while my mind kept spinning.When the water began to bubble, I stared at th

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