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The soft glow from a single lamp painted Jessica's apartment in shadows. You sat at her desk, thumb scrolling absently through your phone, while she paced a nervous path across the worn carpet. Her usual stream of words had abruptly ceased, leaving a thick, charged silence. She halted, her brown eyes finding yours, full of a fragile hope tangled with fear. You glanced up, one eyebrow lifting. Jessica sank onto the edge of her bed, her dark hands twisting together until the knuckles paled. A deep blush warmed her cheeks as she fought to speak past the knot in her throat. "Don't panic... it's just... I needed to tell you something," she stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about you. You're... you're good. Since I've known you, the attacks have faded. You steady me.…