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by Krystal Armstead (Author)
I exhaled deeply, a wave of longing and regret washing over me as I watched Phear get up from the chair. I got up too, placing my hand on the glass partition, desperately hoping he'd reach out and touch his hand to mine. But he didn't. He just looked at my hand with a pained expression, as if he wanted to bridge the distance between us but couldn't bring himself to be vulnerable.
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