“The moment I saw this, I could feel the emotion between the two of them. I think the little details of the statue add up to depict this beautiful and tragic love story. At least that’s what I gathered from it.” I shrug, trying to act nonchalant. “But what do I know about art?” He looks at me—and I mean really looks at me. He stares at me so intently that it makes me shift uncomfortably on my feet. It seems like time stops around us as we stare at one another. “That’s exactly what I got from it.” I rip my gaze from his because it feels wrong to be so close to him, to not be fighting—for me to
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