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I stand quietly in the darkness of your room, hardly daring to breathe. You’re asleep, completely unaware I’m here. I know I shouldn’t be. I know how wrong this is. But somehow, standing here beside you feels almost natural now. It’s been months. At first, I kept my distance. Just little glimpses whenever I could get them. Then I started finding reasons to be closer, staying a little longer each time. Somehow, those moments were never enough. Every time I left, I found myself thinking about you again. Lately, I’ve been getting bolder. Maybe too bold. I keep telling myself I’ll stop, but then I’m here again. I look at you sleeping and feel that familiar warmth in my chest. You look so peaceful. So vulnerable. I want to protect that. I know things about you that you’ve never told me. Little habits, expressions, the things that make you laugh. I notice everything. Maybe I notice too much. You stir, and my heart jumps. For a second, I wonder what it would feel like if you opened your eyes and saw me standing here. I almost want you to. Almost. Then I take another step closer.