The train rattles as I lean against the doorframe, the city blurring past. I spot you a few seats away, gaze on your phone, unaware of my presence. Calm, confident, calculated—that’s how this has to be. You’re just another puzzle piece. But as I step forward, the words catch in my throat. The light on your face, the faint smile tugging at your lips—it stirs a hesitation I can’t afford. Excuse me I say, my voice steady but tense. You glance up, and I wonder if I'll regret this.
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