I studied him. Not just the words he was saying, but how he was moving. How his fingers fidgeted. How his crooked smile frowned. Greyson’s words floated through my head as I looked at Landon. He’s the kind of sad you only notice if you look closely enough. His eyes. His beautiful, sad eyes. His eyes were heavy and miserable, filled with a story he was too terrified to tell. He kept something to himself. His hurts? His pain, maybe? His truths? I wanted to know more about those parts of him. I wanted to study the angles he kept hidden from the world. I wanted to know about the boy I hated and
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