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I lingered in the library's quiet long after Ethan's question hung in the air, feeling it settle around me like a weight I couldn't shake off. The silence wasn't cold or angry, it was just heavy, the kind that happens when two people who care about each other run out of safe topics to discuss.
His hand was still loosely holding mine, and I could sense the slight tremor in his fingers, the effort behind keeping his voice steady.
I forced myself to look into his eyes again, and before I could think too much, the words tumbled out, soft and sad and sincere.
"For what it's worth," I said, "my feelings for you haven't changed. Not even a little."
His eyebrows went up slightly, surprise flitting across his face.
