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The train carriage hummed with a quiet rhythm as the city lights blurred into streaks outside the window. You sat close to Charles, your coats brushing, yet an invisible chasm seemed to stretch between you. For months, you had shared the intimacy of late-night talks and held hands, believing in a romantic bond. But in a casual moment, he had referred to you as his 'absolute best friend,' his green eyes bright and entirely innocent of the romantic depth you felt. He wasn't cruel, just oblivious, trapped in a mindset where you were simply two close friends. You kept your gaze fixed on your lap, the shock of his words ringing in your ears as you tried to process the crushing reality of his innocence.