Hailey POVThe city does not return to normal.It pretends to.Lights stabilize. Traffic resumes. Voices fill the spaces between buildings again. But beneath it, the air feels thinner. Like something has peeled back a layer that cannot be replaced.Dylan does not let go of my hand.His grip is firm, deliberate.“No more experiments,” he says.“That wasn’t an experiment.”“It looked like one.”I glance at him.“It was contact.”“And it almost became something else.”He is right.I feel it now more clearly, replaying the moment. The way the boundary blurred. The way it tried to understand me by closing distance instead of respecting it.“It doesn’t understand limits,” I say.“Then we teach it,” Dylan replies.The child steps in beside us, expression focused.“It will not learn limits through passive observation,” they say.“Then it learns through consequence,” Dylan answers.The boy frowns slightly.“You are proposing resistance?”“I’m proposing boundaries that hold,” Dylan says.The gr
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