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I looked over at him. My mind running in circles, my heart thundering, while I watched him again. I never could tell of he knew I was looking, he probably could, because he knew everything.
Warner moved as I watched him from afar, keeping my distance and everyone around me thought it was because I hated him.
I was happy to let them think so.
He knew the truth because he could feel it, no matter how hard you try, you can't lie through feelings, believe me, I tried a lot.
I kept waiting, for him to expose this, expose me. It never happened, he never said a word to Juliette or anyone else. It was like a secret agreement between us, he wouldn't say a thing about, nor would I.
Sometimes I felt compelled to say something to him, just to see if he would do anything, or say it back, or even tell me off. It never was more than a thought.
I was still looking and then, he looked back, just for a second his eyes met mine, he blinked and then looked away, like it never happened.
It felt like infinity and nothing at same time.
It was complicated, but I couldn't blame anyone else for my situation — I really couldn't.
It's like trying to blame the wind for the mess when I was the one who left the window open. See? My fault. Once I felt like the air was being took from me, once I felt like on fire and dorment at the same time I should've left, I didn't. I did nothing to stop it.
I shouldn't do anything, I couldn't do anything, but still, I felt.
He was leaving, as he always did — his back turned to all of us — while he walked away again.
But this time.
This only time.
He looked back at me.