He rubbed his hands together in tension, as if words were on the tip of his tongue, but instead, he clenched them, resisting the storm brewing inside his heart
Ella
"Is there anything you want to say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of his silence pressing down on me. My head spun with worry, every second of his hesitation tightening the knot in my chest. His tension was suffocating, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was holding back*
Mex Allen
"ELLA, let's date," he said, his voice soft, carrying a weight of pain. It was clear he’d tried to say it a hundred times before but couldn’t find the courage. His words hung in the air, and I could feel the struggle in every syllable, leaving me unsettled and worried
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