come on, come on, don't leave me like this
i thought i had you figured out
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 adriana didn't expect to ever cross paths with chris again after he had shattered her heart but unfortunately on her first day of senior year...
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CHAPTER038 - ╰┈➤ ' muscle memory ' ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ 「 real life 」
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─ real life ᥫ᭡
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CHRIS'S HOUSE HAD BECOME A SECOND HOME TO THEIR GROUP.
it was the place they crashed when they didn't feel like going home, where the walls had witnessed more dumb arguments than they could count. who was picking the movie? what should they order for dinner? or the perennial debate over whether or not zayn should stop trying to set up absurd pranks. it was all part of the regular rhythm, the kind of nonsense that had become as familiar as breathing.
but lately, chris had noticed something different about it.
the house had always been full of noise, laughter, shouting, music. but now, it was quieter. he couldn't shake the feeling that the space had grown too empty, that it was missing something. or maybe someone.
tonight, though, the house was full again.
he heard the familiar voices before he even opened the door, zayn and cecelia arguing over some trivial topic, their laughter floating through the gaps in the wood. chris couldn't help but roll his eyes as he unlocked the door.
