Hey, everyone. This story will be a TWO SHOT. It is already completed, so no worries about being late on my next update. BUT I want to see how many reviews I get for my first chapter before I upload the second. Feel free to share any creative criticism you may have. After all, how can a writer improve their abilities if no one ever tells them what they're doing wrong. Ok, lovies, onto the story.
Frozen Hearts
Two-Shot
Chapter 1
Pure Pleasure, Pure Silence
Gray glared at the overcast sky above his head. Damn, I should have left the guild sooner, he thought sourly.
He could tell by the way the dark clouds were swirling ominously that this storm was going to be a nasty one. Gray rushed forward, in a hurry to get to his place before the heavens opened up and tried to drown him, but it was too late. At that moment, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky and with it came torrents of rain that pummeled him mercilessly. He was soaked through in seconds.
He was still too far from his dingy apartment located on the south side of town. He was going to get washed away at this rate. Gray didn't mind the cold. What he hated was getting caught in the rain. He knew that if he tried to make it all the way home now, his drenched clothes would become too constricting and he would inevitably tear them off his body, which normally wouldn't be such a bad thing, but he had a feeling the townspeople wouldn't hesitate to inform the police that there was a streaker running through the streets of Magnolia. It wouldn't be the first time.
Inspiration suddenly hit as he turned down Strawberry Street. He could see Lucy's apartment from his current position. Surely she wouldn't mind if he crashed at her place for a while, just until the rain stopped.
Without giving it another thought, he made a beeline for her building and rushed through the main doors. His shoes squeaked against the tile floor and he left a trail of water behind him on his way to his favorite celestial mage's apartment. He didn't bother knocking as he threw open her door and sauntered in like he owned the place. Gray knew Lucy would probably be pissed at him, but he was sure she wouldn't stay mad for long. After all, they were teammates.
"Lucy, I'm home," he called through the apartment, laughing at his own joke. He shook some of the water out of his hair and wrung his clothes on the hardwood floor beneath him. He looked down. Hmm, he would have to clean that before Lucy threw a fit and kicked him back out into the rain.
He stepped farther into the apartment and looked around, realizing that Lucy had never returned his greeting.
"Lucy?"
He finally found her lying in her bed under the blanket, facing the window.
"Luce," he called much more quietly this time as he approached the bed. He wasn't sure whether she was sleeping. He touched her shoulder gently.
"What do you want, Gray?" she mumbled into her covers. Her voice sounded off.
"Hey," he murmured softly. He knew something was wrong. Lucy hadn't threatened to kick him out even once for bombarding into her home without permission. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, but she sounded anything but fine. Her voice cracked. Was she crying?
He grabbed the bundle of blankets and forced her to turn in his direction. Her eyes were red and puffy, and salty trails still lingered on her face from long dried tears.
"Alright, spill," he demanded.
Lucy's brows furrowed and she blanched. He could sense that she was on the verge of some sort of breakdown. Without waiting for her reply, he pulled the covers off of her and lifted her into his arms bridal style.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked, hanging onto his neck for dear life. "Put me down."
"Sure thing," he obliged as he tossed her unceremoniously onto the couch and plopped down beside her.
"Get off my couch with those wet clothes," she huffed while crossing her arms. "You'll ruin the upholstery."
"Oh, right," he intoned, looking down at his soaked garments as if he just remembered them. He pushed himself up and promptly began to peel them off.
"Not here," she hissed as she covered her eyes. "Go to the bathroom to do that."
He chuckled. "Well, I could, but I don't think it'll make much difference."
She arched her delicate eyebrows quizzically.
"These are my only clothes," he hinted.
"Bedside table, bottom drawer," she said by way of explanation.
Now it was his turn to be confused.
"Your clothes," she sighed. "You left a spare set the last time you were here, remember?"
Gray chortled and ruffled her hair playfully as he passed her on his way to her bedside. He made quick work of changing into some dry clothes and threw himself back onto Lucy's couch in record time.
"There. Happy?" he grumbled.
He looked over only to see that she was far from happy. He lowered his voice.
"Talk to me," he said gently.
A few tears escaped and she lowered her gaze to the couch, picking aimlessly at a hole that Natsu had burned into the fabric at one point or other. Gray waited patiently for her to begin.
"It's just—" her voice broke and she cleared her throat before she continued. "It's my mom's birthday."
More tears slid down her cheeks, but she was trying to hold herself together in front of Gray.
"Is that why you didn't come to the guild today?" he asked.
She nodded her head a fraction, still not looking him in the eye. Pity welled up inside of him for his friend. He felt guilty now for not coming to check on her sooner.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely as he placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward him.
She wasn't exactly sure why he was apologizing, but she was thankful he was willing to sit with her. Lucy shrugged noncommittally and sank into his embrace. She would never have sat this close to him under other circumstances, but today she needed the comfort of a friend, so she allowed him to hold her.
They sat that way for several minutes, neither of them speaking, finding solace in one another's company. Lucy pressed her face into Gray's chest to stifle a sob. He rubbed her back in soothing circles while she cried.
Lucy's shoulders finally stopped shaking and after a few moments she raised her head to look at the ice mage. There were still unshed tears glistening in her eyes. She slowly raised her index finger and rubbed it gently across his lips.
Gray's body jerked at the contact. "Lucy?" he questioned uncertainly. What was she doing?
Lucy's eyes pleaded with him silently, begging. Please don't make me stop. Can't you see how much I need this? Just this one time. No one has to know.
She raised herself a fraction off the couch as she leaned in closer to him. He pulled away ever so slightly. He didn't like where this was going. Not that he would mind taking her up on her advances under normal circumstances, but somehow it felt wrong to take advantage of her pain just to fulfill his own selfish desires.
"Lucy, I don't—" he began, but she cut him off by placing a finger against his lips.
"Please," she breathed.
She removed her finger and slowly leaned forward. Gray didn't encourage her, but neither did he stop her. His mind was perplexed. Lucy was his friend. The situation was starting to make him uncomfortable.
When Gray made no effort to halt her advances, Lucy closed the gap between them and pressed her lips cautiously against his, testing her own desires. What did she want? She pulled away only to once again capture his lips more firmly with her own.
Gray was shocked. He wasn't sure if he should push her away or kiss her back, so he remained frozen, taking no initiative to return the kiss. But Lucy didn't like that. She wanted more. She needed it. She craved the comfort that only a man could give.
Lucy grabbed a fistful of Gray's hair in her hands and pulled him toward her. She was silently spurring him on.
Please. For me. Just this once.
Against Gray's better judgment, his lips began to move in sync with hers. Part of him felt guilty for allowing her to put them in this position while in her current state, but he was just trying to make her happy. Right?
Lucy felt an unfamiliar surge of pleasure course through her veins when she realized he was finally playing along. She kissed him with more fervor, savoring the taste of his lips. They were cool, with just a hint of mint, and something else, something sweet. He tasted better than she imagined.
She stuck her tongue out and licked his bottom lip, asking permission for entrance.
No, his mind screamed. He couldn't do this. They couldn't do this. Lucy was Gray's nakama, and they were crossing a line from which there may be no return. What if this ruined their friendship? What if this changed everything between them? He couldn't bear it if he lost Lucy because he was willing to take advantage of her in her vulnerable condition.
But apparently his body had other plans. Almost against his will, his mouth opened, willing her to come in. She complied immediately as her tongue dove into his mouth and began exploring greedily. She was surprised by how much she loved the flavor and texture of him. It excited her. She needed more of him.
Lucy climbed onto Gray's lap and pressed her body flush against him, deepening the kiss as their tongues fought for dominance.
The moment Lucy took such bold initiative, Gray pushed her back and shook his head. He felt dazed, but he tried to hang onto some semblance of sanity, since she didn't seem inclined to do so.
"Lucy, what are you doing?" he gasped as he tried to regain control of the situation, along with his breathing and pounding heart.
"Gray," she whimpered softly; that single word held a mixture of desperation and longing.
And she was desperate. Desperate to push back the anguish that she was feeling over her dead mother, desperate to fight off the loneliness that threatened to engulf her and pull her under, desperate to feel loved, for just a little while, even if it wasn't real. She needed his strong arms; she needed to feel his protection of her, something he had given to her many times before, though never this candidly. Lucy needed Gray to be her refuge, her sanctuary, her stronghold. She cupped his face in her hands and gazed at him, beseeching.
"I know I'm asking a lot right now, but I would never ask this of anyone but you. Please, Gray, just this once. I need you."
"Lucy," he sighed, and there was defeat in his tone. How could he tell her no when she was gazing at him with those big beautiful chocolate eyes, when she sounded so broken?
She understood his silent answer, and kissed him with all the anguish, all the longing, all the passion that she could muster. He was letting her do this, letting her use him for her own comfort, her own desires. They both knew this, but neither of them pulled away. He was aware how badly she needed this, and so he let her kiss him, let her touch him. He would deal with the consequences of his actions later. For now, he would be whatever Lucy needed him to be.
As their kiss became more heated, Lucy tugged on the hem of his shirt, trying to yank it off of him. Realizing what she wanted, he let go of her lips and tossed his shirt to the floor.
"Touch me, Gray," Lucy breathed.
Up to this point, Gray had safely kept his hands balled into fists at his sides. He hesitated at her request. It was one thing to take off his shirt. He had a habit of shedding his clothes at every opportunity; and he didn't even mind Lucy's fingers roving over his body. It actually felt nice. But if he returned her touches, he feared that he may not be able to make himself stop. He was already fighting the urge to thrust his body upward into hers.
Lucy kissed along his jaw before she captured his ear between her teeth. He moaned at the sensation and knew he was a goner. Gray unclenched his hands and grabbed Lucy's hips, pulling her down onto him with enough force that she could feel how hard he had already become. They both groaned in pleasure.
Their lips continued to mash together frantically, both losing themselves in the passion that consumed them. Was this really wrong? It felt too good, too…right. This surprised them both, though neither voiced it.
Their hands continued to explore one another eagerly. Gray licked Lucy's throat looking for a tender area. It didn't take him long. She shuddered delicately when Gray reached the spot between her ear and her neck. He smirked in triumph as he bit the spot, causing Lucy to hiss in pleasure, before licking it as if asking for forgiveness.
The things Gray was doing with his mouth was driving Lucy crazy. She pulled back and removed her shirt, flinging it across the room. Again, Gray hesitated. This was going too far. It was one thing for them to have a heated make-out session on Lucy's couch, but there was still a possibility that their friendship could survive something like that. But sex…he knew that taking that step with the blond girl straddling his legs would ultimately change their relationship forever. Neither had ever admitted any feelings for the other, and Gray wasn't about to fool himself into thinking he was anything more to Lucy than a distraction. Did he feel the same way about this? Was he only helping a friend in need? He wasn't so sure. Gray didn't know what to think anymore. So many lines had been blurred this afternoon that he no longer knew where he stood.
Lucy seemed not to notice the internal battle that was being waged inside Gray's head. She continued to kiss, lick, and suck every portion of him that she could reach. It was obvious that she didn't mind going farther. But she wasn't thinking clearly. What kind of friend would he be if he allowed this to continue?
Before he could consider the ramifications of their actions any further, Lucy had jumped off of his lap. Gray assumed she had finally managed to come to her senses. He was torn between relief and disappointment. So he was surprised when she grabbed his hand and attempted to lift him from the couch. Still confused, he allowed himself to be pulled up. Still with his hand in hers, Lucy dragged him toward her bed.
Oh. Oh no, he thought anxiously. She hadn't come to her senses at all. She just wanted to find a more comfortable venue.
He pulled Lucy to a halt.
"Lucy, stop," he said, his voice filled with doubt.
Her eyes instantly shone with hurt and rejection.
"Don't you want me?" she said in a small voice. Her eyes were wide and vulnerable.
He tried to compose himself before he answered, with little success.
"You have no idea," he vowed in a low seductive voice as he leaned against her so she could feel just how much he wanted her. He could tell he had hurt her pride, and maybe something else. "But…Lucy…it's me, Gray. Remember? What are we doing here? Do you even realize what you're asking of me right now?"
Can you not see that this is slowly killing me? That we'll never be able to look at each other in the same way again? That I would die if I lost you?
Her face crumpled in pain. She had never gone this far with any man. She had never revealed so much of herself emotionally as she was giving to Gray. Yes, they were friends. Yes, this was a very delicate situation. But she could feel the sting of rejection, and it hurt. She needed to feel cared for. She just wanted to feel a little less alone. What did it matter if Gray was her nakama, and nothing more? It was because he was her nakama that she was willing to go so far with him, to ask this of him. She didn't trust anyone else with her body and emotions more than she trusted Gray, not even Natsu.
Gray couldn't bear the look of utter hopelessness on Lucy's face. Had they already gone past the point of no return? They could turn back now with no damage done. Sure, things would be a little awkward between them, but they would go back to normal eventually. The worst thing they had done so far was kiss. Extensively.
But the more Gray thought about it, the more he realized he didn't want this to end here. He didn't want to go back. He couldn't quite understand it, but he wanted this; and not with just anyone. He wanted to do this with Lucy.
"Come here," he whispered as he gently pulled her toward her bed. They had already gone this far. What was the point of stopping now? Besides, he knew he would do anything to make her happy, anything to wipe away that dejected look in her eyes.
And he knew in that he had his answer.
No more hesitation, no more doubts. If anyone ended this now, it would be Lucy. Because he was tired of fighting against her at every turn, tired of denying her what they both wanted. Even if their reasons for wanting this to happen were drastically different, it wouldn't change the end result. They were about to come together in the most intimate of ways. What had begun as simply a way to comfort his close friend had somehow become something they both needed.
So damn the consequences…for now.
He pushed her down on the bed and they resumed their earlier exploration of one another's bodies. Not a word was said between them. No words were needed. Lucy was more than willing to return to their previous activity. She was pleased that Gray appeared to be far more at ease than he was before. Gray was thankful that the pain seemed to recede from Lucy's features.
Gray pulled Lucy onto his lap and shoved his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweet breath on his lips. She tasted like chocolate and strawberries and sunshine. She was deliciously intoxicating. She responded eagerly, grasping his hair, and bucked her hips forward. Lucy couldn't believe how sexually frenetic she felt. No matter how close Gray got, it wasn't close enough. Closer; always closer.
Gray's lips travelled down her jaw and across her collarbone. He loved the taste of her skin. His tongue slowly made a course toward her lovely rounded breasts, but her bra was still in the way. As sexy as she looked in it, it had to go. Lucy arched her back impatiently as Gray unhinged the clasps. Once free of the binding garment, she tossed the lacy black bra to the floor and studied his face, waiting for his reaction.
Gray didn't disappoint. He was staring at her perfect mounds reverently. Of course, he'd seen her exposed breasts before on the occasions when her towel would fall loose, but this would be the first time he would have the pleasure of feeling their supple softness.
As Gray cupped Lucy's breasts in his hands, he couldn't help but notice that they fit perfectly, as if he was meant to hold them like this. He wanted to laugh at his idle fancy. Why did he have to keep reminding himself that this was not meant to go beyond a single night of shared passion? It would be a grave mistake to become emotionally attached.
Gray pulled one of Lucy's nipples into his mouth and sucked voraciously. He felt her pebble instantly beneath his tongue as he lapped at her delicate skin. He nibbled and felt her thrust into him. Hmm, she seemed to like that. He licked around the areola to ease the sting before biting down again. She gasped and grabbed his hair, unconsciously pushing herself deeper into his mouth.
He laughed softly at her enthusiasm as he switched over to the other nipple and caressed it with his tongue. Her motions were wild as she gasped and lurched and moaned. She was really enjoying this. Gray pushed Lucy off of his lap and onto the bed. He wanted to feel her beneath him, but he needed better access for what he was about to do. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down slowly, watching her for any sign that this was not okay, before he threw them to the floor. Her expression held nothing but desire.
While he gently sucked her nipple back into his mouth, he slid one of his fingers along the thin fabric of her panties. She instantly bucked her hips upward, silently telling him what she wanted. He pulled the fabric aside and rubbed his thumb across her clitoris, just barely, just enough to see what her reaction would be. Lucy moaned loudly, and the sound was so erotic that Gray struggled to keep himself from coming right then. He had no idea Lucy could be such a sexy little minx, and she didn't even seem to realize it. He loved that about her.
She groaned in frustration at Gray's coyness and bucked her hips into his hand. He chuckled. So impatient. He stimulated the sensitive area with a little more force as he carefully placed one finger inside of her. Her body was writhing uncontrollably at all of the sensations that Gray was creating with a simple touch. If he was this good with just his hands, she couldn't wait until he was finally inside her.
Lucy wondered suddenly if he any had experience in this area. Had he ever slept with a woman before? This was Lucy's first time with any man, and she worried that her lack of experience and skill would turn him off.
"You really know what you're doing," she breathed, hoping Gray would pick up on her subtle hint and answer her unspoken question.
"Pure coincidence, I assure you," he said, popping her nipple out of his mouth to respond to her. Perhaps he was just good at being with Lucy, he thought to himself. He turned his head and smiled so she couldn't see his reaction as a surge of emotions rose up inside of him.
Careful, Gray.
So did that mean that he was just as inexperienced as she was? Lucy wasn't sure.
"Never?" she breathed. She was positive he would understand what she meant.
He gazed at her for a moment.
"Does that bother you?" he asked, eyeing her cautiously.
She felt blood rush to her cheeks as Gray scrutinized her expression. She didn't trust herself to speak, so she merely shook her head and smiled. In fact, she was secretly thrilled. It seemed they would both be losing their innocence to one another tonight. It made her feel…happy. Special, somehow.
But it also made her feel a bit guilty. After all, they were only friends, nothing more. What if he wanted to wait to give himself to someone he truly loved? Was she taking something precious away from him?
"But I'm certain that I'm not alone in that," he commented smugly.
"How did you...?" she asked, surprised that he could possibly know that she, too, was unblemished, so to speak.
He wiggled the finger that was still inside her. She squeaked and wriggled around.
"Oh. That," she said, blushing.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," he assured her with a saccharine smile. "I'm not."
"But—but—" she stammered. "Wouldn't you rather save yourself for the person you love?"
He considered her words, but it didn't take him long to find his answer.
"You really don't understand, do you?" he mused.
"I don't," she whispered, and the truth of her words saddened her.
"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Lucy, if you ever asked it of me," he said sincerely. His eyes seemed to scorch her skin.
She couldn't breathe. What did he mean? That was a tall order for anyone, and he seemed to accept it so easily.
Then again, she would do the same for him, wouldn't she? In her mind, he was making the ultimate sacrifice for her; giving something so precious to someone he didn't love romantically. But wasn't she doing the same thing? Her body tingled pleasantly as they locked eyes.
She cupped his cheek and smiled down at him tenderly. They seemed to find a common ground. In that moment, they understood one another more clearly than they ever had before. This revelation pleased them immensely.
Then she lay back, indicating that she was ready to continue.
Though she knew that she would eventually find her special someone one day, she wasn't sorry that Gray would be her first intimate experience.
Gray moved his finger in and out of her as he used his thumb to caress her clitoris. She shoved her head backward into her pillow and moaned, tossing from side to side at the waves of pleasure he was creating within her. After a few more strokes, Gray carefully inserted a second finger into her and smiled as she bucked her hips in motion with him.
He was amazed by how tightly she squeezed his fingers. If she felt this tight when there were only two fingers, he couldn't wait to find out how she would feel when she was finally wrapped around him.
As much as she was enjoying this, he didn't want her coming this way. Their first—and probably their only—time together, he wanted her to fall apart around him. He removed his fingers from her opening and kissed her ardently.
She grunted in protest as he pulled back. He just smirked as he peeled off her panties, followed quickly by his own clothes.
"I want you to come with me," he whispered seductively as he climbed between her legs. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, and she gazed at him amorously.
She looked down surreptitiously, trying to sneak a peek of his now uncovered manhood. Then she openly stared. She had never seen a penis before. She was mesmerized by the sight. She had always imagined something that looked bulky and grotesque, but that wasn't the case at all. Gray was a specimen of utter perfection. He was also larger than she expected. She suddenly wondered how he was going to fit that thing into such a small opening.
She had a sudden desire to touch him.
She sat up and cautiously reached forward. She placed a single finger on the tip of his cock, curious of the texture. While he appeared to be as hard as a rock, he was also surprisingly smooth, like silk. Little by little, she wrapped her fingers around his impressive length and used her thumb to swill around a bit of pre come that was leaking from his tip.
Gray hissed at the pleasurable sensation of her warm hand wrapped so tightly around him. He enveloped her fingers with his own and slowly moved her hand up and down. After a couple of strokes, he let go and allowed her to try.
She gazed at the motion of her hand in awed fascination. She gripped a little tighter and quickened her pace. Gray moaned and squeezed her shoulders in encouragement.
She was so entranced by the movement of her hand, by the silky smoothness of his skin, and by the sounds of arousal coming from him, that it took her by surprise when Gray shoved her backward into the bed and crashed his lips into hers.
"Is something wrong, Gray?" she teased playfully.
"You're driving me insane," he groaned against her lips. "I don't think I can hold back any longer."
"Then what are you waiting for?" she quipped as he broke away, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge.
He growled as he grasped her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He needed to be inside of her. Now.
But as much as he wanted to just dive right in, he knew that he would need to go slow in the beginning. She had never been entered before, and this would be painful enough for her as it was. So he had to control himself. For a while at least.
He leaned forward and gently rubbed his thumb along her cheek.
"You don't have to do this if you're not ready. You can still change your mind," he whispered, barely an inch from her delicate face. He had to be sure that this was truly what she wanted. Part of him hoped she would take him up on his offer; but only a very small part. He wanted this just as badly as she did.
Lucy pursed her lips defiantly. "Not a chance," she replied, her jaw set.
He nodded and kissed her lips tenderly. He had expected as much.
Gray positioned himself at her entrance and pushed his hips forward. He stopped when only his tip was enveloped in her delicious warmth, resisting the urge to shove himself in all at once. He watched Lucy's face warily for any signs of pain. Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid in deeper. When he was about halfway in, he was met with a wall. Lucy inhaled sharply and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Lucy?" he asked for confirmation.
"Just do it," she hissed.
Gray pushed until he felt the barrier give and buried himself all the way to the hilt. He had to take deep breaths to keep himself in check. She was even tighter than he realized. He had to remain in control. It would be humiliating if he came within the first five seconds. She felt too damn good wrapped around him this way.
Once Lucy's body relaxed minutely, Gray felt it was safe to continue. He pulled out slowly before pushing back in. Out. In. Out. In. He watched her closely, taking great pains not to hurt her. As Lucy gradually became acclimated to the steady pace, he increased his speed. Lucy met Gray thrust for thrust, their motions in perfect sync with one another.
Apparently they made just as good a team together in the bedroom as they did during a mission. Gray couldn't help but smile.
If only this could—
Gray's speed escalated when Lucy's moans became louder. She seemed to be getting close. He knew he was going to fall apart soon, and he prayed that Lucy came first. He was now plunging into her frantically, his hips jerking wildly. He had to grasp the headboard firmly so he wouldn't accidentally fuck them right off the bed. Gray could feel his sliver cross necklace bounce against his chest every time he lunged into Lucy.
Lucy's face was screwed up in concentration. Gray could tell she was getting close; she just needed a little encouragement. His own climax was starting to build; he wasn't going to hold out much longer.
"Come for me, Lucy. Come for me," he breathed against the side of her neck as he pumped into her harder, using the headboard to deepen his thrusts.
Gray's words were exactly what she needed to push her over the edge of ecstasy. Her stomach spasmed and contracted, and her orgasm hit her so hard that she let out a scream of pure pleasure.
Lucy's cries spurred Gray to reach his own climax. He jerked inside her sporadically before he felt warm liquid stream out of him and fill her to the brim. Sated and extremely pleased with himself for making her reach orgasm first, he slumped sideways, wincing slightly as he fell out of her.
Their fingers laced together as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. Once the pounding of his heart settled into a milder thrum, he reached over and pulled Lucy into him. She came willingly.
Gray rubbed small designs along her back as he held her close, sometimes kissing the top of her head, sometimes the tip of her nose, sometimes the corners of her lips.
They didn't speak. They didn't share their elation or euphoria; they didn't share their worries or fears. Foolishly, they thought if they didn't say any of those things, if they didn't speak of the troubles that plagued both of their minds, then the outside world couldn't invade their blissfully rapturous moment. Each of them secretly wished that this night wouldn't end, that they could remain inside the bubble they had created for themselves for eternity, but neither of them uttered a single syllable. Because if they ignored their uncertainties, ignored their doubts—the whispers that spoke of only friends and nothing more—then maybe, just maybe, they could find some way; some way to be…
They would soon to come to realize their grave mistake. They would soon discover that speaking anything would have been better than pure silence.
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