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"What is it?"

He shook his head. "You might run away again," He chuckled humorlessly.

Those words sparked a conflicting curiosity within me. I wanted to know, yet after hearing him say that, I also didn't want to know.

"Is it that bad?"

"I think it's disastrous. You might have a different opinion. I don't know if it's good or bad. It sometimes feels so good and right and sometimes just wrong and horrible."

We didn't say anything for a few more minutes during which we exchanged glances at each other and stares when we thought the other wasn't looking.

"Good night, Juliet."

Without any further words, he disappeared behind his door and I was left standing alone in the hallway.

I entered my own room, my head reeling from what just happened.

Now I definitely understood that we should put a lot of space between us.

Ethan had some sort of proximity problem with me. He liked to be close to me in a way friends shouldn't. And the scary part was I did too.

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