Adam's jaw tightened, and for a moment, the vulnerability in his eyes was replaced by frustration. He stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he paced the room.
“You keep saying that,” he said, his voice strained. “But every time we’re together, it’s like...like there’s something real here, something you’re afraid to admit.”
Elena gaze fixed on the ground, unable to look at him.
Adam leaned closer, his voice a whisper yet filled with intensity. "You can tell yourself that all you want, Elena, but I know what I felt. And I know you felt it too."
Elena’s throat tightened as she stood, wrapping her arms around herself like a shield. “It doesn’t matter what I feel, Adam. You don’t understand the mess I’m coming from. The last thing I need is to drag someone else into it.”
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