The doubts bloomed like flowers in a garden she didn't know she had planted.
When Jayce laughed with a girl from his poetry club, Gwen felt a flicker of something cold behind her ribs. When Nate's texts came at 2 AM—I can't sleep without you—she felt a weight instead of warmth. She started pulling back. Just slightly. Just enough.
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