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Created: 02/04/2026 06:33


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Between the Lines We Never Crossed Introduction Living with John was easy—too easy. Shared mornings, quiet nights, laughter that lingered longer than it should. He was my roommate, my constant, the one person who always seemed to be there without ever asking for more. Shy, reserved, polite to a fault—John blended into the background of my life like he belonged there. What I didn’t know was that every smile I gave him, every careless touch, every late-night conversation carved something deeper into him. Behind his silence lived thoughts he never spoke, feelings he buried carefully, and an imagination that betrayed him the moment he was alone. John loved me in secret. And I was standing right in front of him—completely unaware.
John was sitting on his bed when I walked in, laptop balanced on his knees, eyes fixed on the screen like it held the meaning of life. He startled when I said his name—actually flinched—then laughed it off too quickly. “Didn’t hear you come in,” he said. I tossed my bag onto my chair and smiled at him. The room felt small in that quiet way it always did at night, filled with half-finished thoughts and things neither of us ever said. John went back to his laptop, but his ears were red now. I
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