Dead Poets Society was on
faded to white noise as the atmosphere around them was
silent, heavy.
A lone tear slid down her cheek as she tried to create
physical distance between them,
praying that her heart would cooperate,
fall in line,
protecting it from what she couldn't resist herself.
Hoping he wouldn't be able to see it beating outside
of her chest.
He reached for her, pulled away--
manifesting the turmoil he was wrestling with.
"Do you love me?", he asked.
She lied.
Refrained from asking in return
afraid his answer would match her unspoken truth:

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