Forbidden Friendship
But pain sat heavily in my chest, refusing to be ignored.
I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to find Lily standing there, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm late," she murmured, her voice weighted with regret. It trembled with the same vulnerability I'd sensed in everyone present, a thought that flickered briefly in both our minds but found no anchor in the present.
Brushing away the tremor in her voice, I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay, I understand," I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship.
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