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infatuated

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Abby COME ON GİRL COME ON!

The day the world turned to gold, the brightness felt like ruin.

They had done it, dragged the impossible into being, The golden Honmoon. It moved like liquid sunlight through the crowd, a slow, rippling glow that caught on faces, on raised hands, on the sharp edges of hope. It should have sounded like triumph. Laughter, breathless and bright. Voices lifted together, woven into something whole. Harmony.

Instead, the sound that tore through it was a scream.

Not distant. Not swallowed by the noise. Close — entirely too close. Raw enough to silence everything else.

Mira’s head snapped round at the exact moment Zoey’s did. They reached her before the world seemed to register she was falling. Her knees barely brushed the ground before they were there, hands outstretched, grasping for her — skin, fabric, anything solid enough to hold. Mira swears she felt the heat of her, the ghost of her sleeve against her palm.

And still, somehow, Rumi slipped through them.

No resistance. No weight. Just a tearing absence, as if reality had loosened its grip and let her go.

Purple smoke bloomed where she had been — thick, unnatural, swallowing the gold light where she stood. It curled around their wrists, clung to her throat, tasted bitter on the air. For a heartbeat, for less than that, she was still there inside it — an outline, a reaching shape— and then nothing.

Were they dating are just had sompting?

dated when scott actually realized he felt something until it got taken away from him a week later (avid ending up hospitalized and unconscious for a long while).

Up until that moment it was silly awkward mushy stuff tho