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... anged as a person. She was still the same composed, sharp-tongued, quietly stubborn Elena I knew. But something about her felt softer. Lighter.
As if she had finally allowed herself to breathe without holding everything in.
Maybe that was why I felt closer to her than usual.
She leaned against my arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Not stiff. Not hesitant. Just... there.
Her shoulder rested lightly against me while her fingers curled around the ...
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