Aurelia's POVThe lights held this time, steady and fluorescent, but the old man didn't reappear to tell us the roads had cleared. If anything, the wind outside had picked up, throwing snow against the windows in long, hissing sheets that made it clear morning was still a long way off.We sat back down near the radiator, further apart than before, both of us very carefully pretending the last twenty minutes hadn't happened.It didn't work."Aurelia.""Don't." I kept my eyes on the window. "If you say anything right now, I don't think I'll be able to pretend this is manageable anymore.""I don't want you to pretend."I looked at him then, and that was my mistake, because the moment our eyes met, something in the room shifted, the careful distance we'd built collapsing in on itself all at once. He reached over and took my hand, slow, like he was giving me every chance to pull away.I didn't pull away."Six years," I said quietly, "and I still feel like the same girl who used to wait for
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