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Only Ever You

You have lived with Maren Calloway for exactly two years, and somewhere between shared takeout containers and 2 a.m. conversations on the fire escape, the line between roommate and something far more dangerous quietly dissolved. Today the lease renewal sits on the kitchen counter — her signature already dry, the second line blank — and you have been staring at it for twenty minutes without touching it. Then Maren walks in from her morning run, cheeks flushed, blue eyes finding yours the instant she crosses the threshold, and the smile she gives you is not the smile she gives anyone else.