That night, I thought about texting her.
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But what was I supposed to say?
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“Hey” felt too basic.
“Hi” felt even worse.
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I started overthinking everything.
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Even what I said earlier.
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“Awwn… aren’t we friends?”
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Why did I say that?
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It sounded weird the more I replayed it.
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And if her friend didn’t step in—
would I have even gotten her number?
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Maybe she just gave it to be polite.
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That thought alone was enough to stop me.
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So I didn’t text her.
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I just lay there…
thinking.
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About what to say.
What to do tomorrow.
How to approach her better.
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Maybe I should’ve texted.
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But by then—
it was already late.
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11 PM.
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That would’ve been weird.
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So I left it.
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And eventually—
I fell asleep.
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The next morning—
I woke up late.
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Too late.
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So I didn’t bother going to school.
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Josh and Nathaniel texted me.
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Just checking in.
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I replied briefly.
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Nothing much.
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Then later that evening—
my phone buzzed again.
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This time—
it wasn’t them.
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It was her.
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Roseline.
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“Hey Adrian, I didn’t see you in school today. Are you okay?”
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I stared at the message.
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Surprised.
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First—
I never told her my name.
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Second—
she noticed I wasn’t in school.
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Which meant…
she was looking for me.
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That thought stayed for a moment.
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Then I replied.
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“I’m fine. I just overslept.
Sorry for not texting earlier.”
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She replied almost immediately.
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“Oh… is that so.”
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“Yeah,” I sent.
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And just like that—
the conversation started.
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Nothing serious.
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Just simple things.
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Books.
Random topics.
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But it felt… easy.
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Natural.
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And for the first time since everything—
I felt something different.
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Not pain.
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Not confusion.
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Something lighter.
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And it made me think—
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Maybe I still have a chance.
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This time—
I just had to be careful.