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in the elevator silence wraps around us, the soft hum of the cables the faint speak of the metal doors sliding shut small sounds but sharp in the tension heavy air.,, 

aiden stands beside me tall composed his shoulders taut with a discipline that radiates outward brushing against my own nerves our proximity is only a few inches but it might as well be a chasm 

the garage doors open with a slow whoosh and the car door clicks behind me echoing too loud too final he sits at the wheel knuckles pale as he rests them on the leather,. 

he never looks at me and the city spreads around us in slanted morning light buildings catching the sun at sharp angles.,i watch the reflections ripple across the windows pretending the ache in my chest isnt disappointment. 

the closeness we have been building careful and fragile sits between us like glass thats already cracked, i try not to reach for it.try not to wonder if he ever will.. 

the engine hums to life.the scent of new leather coffee and the faint tang of his cologne fills the small space but it doesnt comfort. 

my fingers press lightly into my lap trying to anchor myself to something solid.every turn of the wheel every stoplight every familiar city landmark is a reminder:i have a place in his world yes. But only the place he allows. Only the edges he carves out. 

the sting of yesterday lingers.the argument about Ruby the rawness of my own fear the way i almost let myself hope he understood me…it all presses against my lungs like too much weight in too small a space. 

i shift in the seat feeling the slight give of the cushion the tension in my thighs the faint hum of the tires against asphalt.,Aiden doesnt speak.i dont want him to but the silence is heavy enough to speak for both of us. 

and yet i cant stop the thoughts racing behind my eyes.was i ever more than useful to him? does he see me as part of his world or only as someone holding the edges together? the questions twist tight inside me coiling around my heart until every beat is a reminder of fragile truths. 

the city moves past indifferent.people hurry along sidewalks cars honk somewhere ahead, a dog barks in a distant alley.,but inside the car its just the hum of the engine and the quiet weight of unspoken things. 

i stare at the window tracing the streets with my gaze as if memorizing each corner each shadow each reflection in the glass. 

it is an attempt at control a futile hope that noticing everything will somehow make the aching less acute,, but it doesnt.it only sharpens the edges of disappointment carves hollows in my ribs where the hope used to sit. 

Aiden’s posture remains composed almost statuesque but i can feel the tension in the way he grips the steering wheel.it mirrors my own even if he refuses to show it. 

and maybe thats the truth i have to live with: knowing my place keeping my distance holding everything inside while the world moves on around me,.the city rises streets bustling people moving with purpose. 

and yet here in this small capsule of metal and leather time feels suspended,.every second stretches taut and fragile like a string ready to snap., 

i try not to hope.try not to wish,.but the sting in my chest reminds me anyway.knowing my place doesnt make 

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the hurt go away..it only makes it sharper more precise. 

the car moves on the city unfolding around us indifferent to my heart and the fragile spaces í occupy and i hold my breath hands folded in my lap pretending the tightness in my ribs isnt a warning 

pretending that the distance between us isnt measured in miles and moments of silence not inches pretending that hope isnt a dangerous thing even if i cant help but feel it flicker once more in the shadow of what could have 

been. 

the sting lingers.the ache lingers.and knowing my place…knowing im only here because he allows it… it doesnt make it hurt less. 

but i keep my eyes on the window watching,waiting and pretending i dont.