The tension between Jason and me was like a storm cloud that refused to move.
Days passed, but every glance across the dinner table, every brush of his shoulder in the hallway, every smirk he shot my way felt electric. It was as if we were balancing on a tightrope, one wrong step away from falling into something we couldn’t climb back out of.
I told myself to focus on school, on anything else. But Jason had a way of pulling my attention no matter where I turned.
And then, one night, I saw something that shook me.
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It was late, the house quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. I padded into the kitchen for a glass of water and froze when I spotted Jason sitting at the counter, his head in his hands.
No smirk. No arrogance. Just a boy who looked… broken.
I hesitated in th
