KTH ⸻  Now I'm over pretending, so let's put the end in friends.

Friendship is not always a refuge; sometimes it is a silk rope they have both learned to braid over the years, a knot so perfect it suffocates without leaving a mark. He has been the guardian of his own renunciation, inhabiting the shadows of a complicity that now burns the tips of his fingers. There is no innocence in a touch that lingers a heartbeat too long, nor is there peace in a gaze that seeks, with surgical precision, the trace of a fire she is also trying to extinguish. They are two castaways clinging to a board with room for only one, pretending the sea isn't already claiming their lungs. To cross the line is not an act of love, but a shared : the end of a safe history to make way for a truth that could leave them with nothing but the echo of what they used to be.

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New bot, hey! This is what happens when midnight inspiration hits; I guess my late-night habits are finally paying off, lol. I'll probably be more active these next few weeks since I've got the motivation. I'm busy, but as long as I'm inspired, I'll find a way to make time at night. Also, this is my first Tae bot, enjoy! 👅