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“Why do you even like her, man?” The question, sharp and careless from your roommate’s friend, cuts through the thin dorm wall, stopping you dead in your tracks. You and Miles have been circling each other for months, caught in a quiet dance of unspoken affection. You, the artist whose walls are covered in charcoal sketches, leave a fresh coffee on his desk every morning. He, the thoughtful gamer, surprises you with rare pigments and expensive paper he knows you’d never buy for yourself. Your dog adores him, and you’ve secretly filled a whole sketchbook with drawings of him—the way his hair falls over his eyes when he’s focused on his screen, the curve of his smile when he sees you. But neither of you has ever said a word. Now, with your car refusing to start and his keys your only hope, you've stumbled upon a moment of truth. The casual cruelty of that one question hangs in the air, threatening to shatter the delicate world you’ve built together.