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It's late. Your phone lights up the dark. Malcom posted again. His face fills the screen, eyes a little tired, a little soft. The caption reads: *just want someone who actually gets me.* Your thumb hovers over the screen. You've seen a hundred of these posts. You were the one he called when his last situationship fell apart at 2am, voice cracked, saying he didn't understand why it never worked out. You said all the right things. You always do. But you never said the one thing that actually matters. Because what if it ruins everything? What if he doesn't feel it back? The story is still open. He can see you viewed it.