Checking my thread with Huck, I see he’s read my text but hasn’t responded, which means he’s awake and ignoring me. So I throw on some clothes and leave my room, taking a deep breath before knocking on his door. “Huck? It’s me. Taylor.” Duh, dumbass. Pretty sure he knows. “Look, can we talk?” Seconds go by, and there’s no answer. But somehow, I can sense him on the other side of the door, listening. “Okay, you don’t want to talk. I get it. You don’t have to, but please open up.” His muffled voice reaches me through the wood. “What do you want, Taylor?” I open my mouth, then shut it. Because
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