“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.” ― Rumi
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(Elian)
Elian was tired to her bones and her head was groaning by the time she walked inside the Amethyst building. Blake walked next to her, and she kept thinking about what he had told her about winning her back. It didn't sit well with her, his eyes, his voice.
"Hey, El, how is your class today? Wait, is everything alright?" Zoey asked as she looked at Elian and then at the brooding Blake walking next to her.
Blake shook his head and walked away, not before leaning closer to her and kissing her on her cheek. She flinched.
"Okay, I can feel the tension between you two, like it is physically sitting there in front of you." Zoey said as she grabbed my hand and Elian signed her that
