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they’ve always existed somewhere in between—close enough to share jokes, glances, and late-night conversations, but never close enough to blur the lines. there’s trust, there’s ease, and something unspoken lingering just beneath the surface. nothing has ever happened. not really. until one night, after the usual hangout with friends, she stays a little longer. a movie plays, the room is quieter than usual, and the tension they’ve both ignored finally finds its way into the conversation. it’s simple, they decide. no feelings, no expectations, no complications. just two friends, an arrangement, and a promise to keep everything exactly as it is. except things like that are never really simple.