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2025-01-10 07:00:17(Lily's POV)
Sophie and I made our exit from my place with the door having that kind of finality that denotes something unfinished business. The cool air of the night contrasted sharply with the warmth Victor's presence had left upon my skin. We walked to the library under a silence falling upon campus, bedecked with street lights.Sophie was silent, but I could feel her curiosity - like a soft hum in the background. We squatted into our study spot, surrounded by the books, but the mind was in my apartment, with Victor.I could hardly fix my attention on my notes, for they all began to blur together. Victor's jacket weighed too heavily in my bag - a secret I was not prepared to share. Sophie was busy on her laptop, but I could see eye glances darting towards me occasionally - a subtle look of concern- curiosity.I knew that the silence was pregnant. I tried to ease the weight of it with idle talk about our projects, but she still resisted. "You
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