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Lillian
It’s confirmed: Sasha isn’t attracted to me.
We’re out late together, alone for a long time.
We sit watching something resembling a sunset.
We’re vulnerable and open.
Everything is right for them to admit feelings, to say that they only turned away in the basement because they were distracted by the message, or because they haven’t kissed anyone before.
It would have been easy for them to take my hand or kiss me if that was what they wanted.
Not that I’m keeping track anymore.
I’m taking my time and being friends, like Jasper suggested.
I can’t make another move only to have them let me down gently.
I won’t ruin it when we’re way out here with no party for either of us to drift away into.
I don’t want to ride back in silence, only sticking together for safety.
This, right here, is already good.
This closeness to Sasha is what I want.
Part of it, at least.