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Christmasgate was over, but it left scars.
Logan and I slipped back into our routine, yet it felt like the step we’d taken over Christmas had been wiped clean. Erased. As if the intimacy we’d shared had evaporated the moment the holiday lights dimmed.
We worked together. We spent time together. But there was a chasm between us now — wide, invisible, impossible to cross. It reminded me of those street illusions where the ground looks like it’s splitting open. You know it’s just a drawing, but your body still hesitates at the edge, frozen, unsure if the next step will send you plummeting.
That was me. Stuck on my side, staring at him across the gap.
Logan was caring. Gentle, even. But the doubt I’d planted that Christmas afternoon was still alive behind his eyes, breathing quietl
