Breaking the Walls

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. The usual comfort of silence felt different tonight—heavy, expectant, like something unsaid was hanging in the air between them.

She sat on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, fingers idly tracing patterns on the fabric. Across the room, he stood near the window, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His shoulders were tense, the muscles in his jaw tight, like he was holding something back.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or are you just going to keep wearing a hole in my floor?" she finally asked, her voice gentle but firm.

He stopped mid-pace, exhaling slowly before turning to face her. His dark eyes held something unreadable—a mix of hesitation, frustration, and something deeper, something raw.

"I don't know how to say this," he admitted.

"Try," she encouraged.

His fingers twitched at his sides, as if itching to reach for something—her, maybe. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Tonight… when I saw you with him—"

Her brows furrowed. "Him?"

"Daniel," he muttered, voice tight. "I know you said he's just a friend, but the way he looks at you… I don't know, it just—it bothered me."

Her heart skipped. Jealousy?

"You're upset because Daniel was talking to me?"

His jaw clenched. "No. Yes. I don't know." He shook his head, then met her gaze. "I just know that when I saw you with him, something inside me twisted, and I hated it."

She stared at him, taking in the vulnerability he wasn't even trying to hide. He was usually so careful with his emotions, keeping them locked away behind a wall of indifference. But not tonight.

"Why?" she asked softly.

His lips parted slightly, as if the answer was right there on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitated.

"Because I'm scared," he finally admitted, sitting down on the couch across from her. "Scared that I'm getting used to this—to us. Scared that I want more, but I don't know if I'm allowed to."

Her chest ached at the confession. She knew that fear well because she felt it too. The fear of falling too hard, of wanting something so badly but being terrified of what it would mean if it all came crashing down.

"You're allowed," she whispered, reaching forward and placing her hand over his.

His fingers tightened around hers, as if grounding himself. "And what about you? Are you scared?"

She nodded, her throat suddenly dry. "Terrified."

A slow, small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Well… at least we're in this together."

She let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, we are."

But something still lingered between them, unspoken words pressing against the space they hadn't closed yet.

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(Unspoken Words)

Minutes passed, their hands still tangled together, neither of them pulling away. She could feel the warmth of his palm, the way his thumb unconsciously brushed over her skin. It was such a simple touch, yet it sent shivers down her spine.

He was looking at her differently now, not with hesitation but with something else—something deeper, almost as if he was memorizing every detail of her face.

"You really don't see it, do you?" he murmured.

"See what?"

"The way people look at you," he said, his voice quieter now. "Like they can't help it. Like you pull them in without even realizing it."

She let out a small, breathless laugh. "That's ridiculous."

"It's not," he countered. "It's why Daniel was looking at you the way he was. It's why I…" He trailed off, shaking his head as if frustrated with himself.

"Why you what?" she pressed, her heart pounding now.

His grip on her hand tightened slightly. "Why I'm scared. Because I don't think I'm strong enough to walk away from this if it ever falls apart."

Her breath caught.

The weight of his words settled between them, heavy and dangerous. Because if he was afraid, then that meant—

She swallowed hard. "It's not going to fall apart."

"You don't know that," he said, a humorless chuckle escaping him. "I've never been good at this. At letting people in. I don't know how to—"

"Then let me show you," she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze snapped to hers, and for a moment, everything stilled. The tension, the fear, the walls—everything that had been standing between them felt like it was on the verge of breaking.

And then, just like that, she made the choice for both of them.

She leaned in, closing the space between them, pressing her lips to his.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate. It was slow, deliberate—filled with all the words they hadn't been able to say.

His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, as if he had been waiting for this moment for longer than he was willing to admit. She felt the way his fingers pressed into her, the way his lips moved against hers like he was memorizing the taste of her, the feel of her.

And when they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other's, their breaths mingling in the space between them, she whispered, "Still scared?"

His lips curved into a lopsided smirk. "Terrified."

She grinned. "Good. So am I."

And for the first time, the fear didn't feel so overwhelming. It felt like something they could face together.

Because whatever this was—whatever they were—was worth the risk.

The silence between them was no longer heavy with hesitation but something softer—something that made her heart race in a way she wasn't used to.

Still pressed close, their foreheads barely apart, she could feel his breath against her lips, warm and steady. He hadn't let go of her waist, and she wasn't sure she wanted him to.

For a long moment, they just stood there, absorbing what had just happened. The weight of their kiss still lingered, a promise neither of them had fully voiced yet.

Then he let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly.

"What?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I just realized something," he murmured.

"That kissing me is the best decision you've ever made?" she teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

He huffed a laugh. "That too." His eyes softened. "But mostly that I have no idea how to go back to pretending this isn't real."

Her teasing expression faded, replaced by something quieter, more thoughtful.

"Then don't," she said simply. "We don't have to pretend anymore."

The words felt like a weight off her chest. She hadn't realized how much she'd been holding back, how much she'd been afraid of naming what had been building between them. But now, standing here in the aftermath of their kiss, she knew—there was no turning back.

His grip on her waist tightened just slightly, like he was grounding himself in her presence. "Okay," he whispered. "No more pretending."

A shiver ran down her spine at the way he said it—like a vow, like something permanent.

Before she could respond, a loud buzzing sound broke the moment.

His phone.

She sighed as he reluctantly pulled away, fishing it out of his pocket. His brows furrowed at the screen.

"Who is it?" she asked.

Instead of answering, he declined the call, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "No one important."

But something flickered in his expression—something almost unreadable.

She frowned. "You sure?"

He hesitated for just a fraction of a second before nodding. "Yeah. Doesn't matter."

But it did. She could feel it.

And just like that, reality crept back in.

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(A New Distraction)

The next morning, she found herself at her favorite coffee shop, needing a moment to clear her head. The night before had been... a lot. More than she'd expected.

A kiss that changed everything.

A phone call that had put a strange distance between them.

She sighed, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe he just needed time to process everything. They both did.

"Deep in thought?"

She looked up, startled to see Daniel sliding into the seat across from her, a teasing smile on his face.

"Daniel," she greeted, blinking in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting coffee, obviously," he said, raising his cup. "But I have to say, you look like you're contemplating the meaning of life or something."

She laughed lightly. "Something like that."

His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer than necessary. "So... everything okay?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. Just—" She stopped herself.

What was she supposed to say?

That she'd kissed someone who made her entire world tilt on its axis? That she was terrified of how much she wanted it to mean something? That she wasn't sure what to do next?

Instead, she just sighed. "It's complicated."

Daniel smirked. "Aren't the best things always?"

She chuckled. "You sound like you've been in this situation before."

"Oh, plenty of times," he joked, taking a sip of his coffee. "But it usually ends with me making the wrong decision."

She shook her head, smiling despite herself.

"Hey," he said, leaning forward slightly. "For what it's worth... if this is about him, I think you should go for it."

She blinked in surprise. "How do you—?"

"Come on," he interrupted, giving her a knowing look. "I might be oblivious sometimes, but even I can see the way you look at each other."

She opened her mouth to argue but found that she couldn't.

Because he was right.

There was no hiding it anymore.

No pretending.

But that didn't make it any less terrifying.

Daniel's expression softened. "You're overthinking it, aren't you?"

She sighed. "Maybe."

"Then stop," he said simply. "Just let it happen."

She bit her lip, considering his words.

Maybe he was right. Maybe it was that simple.

Or maybe... it was only the beginning of something far more complicated.

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