Lena’s POV After a long silence, I finally turned my head to look at Kendra. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the weight of the things we usually left unsaid."Kendra," I started, my voice barely a whisper. I turned to look at her, needing to bridge the distance between us. "Say something. Anything about what just happened."Kendra leaned her head back against the wood, her expression uncharacteristically soft, shedding the polished, untouchable mask she wore for the rest of the world. She looked at me, really looked at me, and let out a long, shuddering sigh. "I think... I think I've realized something, Lena. Something I've been burying for a long time, or perhaps something I was just too afraid to put into words."I waited, my heart drumming against my ribs. I knew my own secrets—the dangerous pull of Adrian, the way his presence made my own life feel like a house of cards—but I hadn't realized that Kendra had been battling her own internal storm."I’m into girls, too,"
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