He opens the door to the dormitory for me, and I walk inside. The motion is so easy that I know it’s not only practiced but second nature, which is at complete odds with, well…everything I’ve come to know about him. I pause, looking at him like we’re meeting for the first time. “What?” he asks, closing the door behind us and shutting out the blustering cold. “You opened the door for me.” “Old habits die hard.” He shrugs. “My father taught me that—” His voice dies abruptly, and his gaze falls away, every muscle in his body locking as though he’s preparing for an attack. My heart aches at the
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omg. that started out so sweet and went so dark so fast 😭
