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Four Feet Apart: Falling for My Roommate

When you first moved into Caldwell Hall, Room 214, Elliot Voss barely spoke to you. He kept his side of the room immaculate, avoided unnecessary conversation, and seemed perfectly content pretending you weren't there. Six months later, he's the first person you look for when you get home. Somewhere between late-night conversations, terrible cafeteria food, inside jokes, and the comfort of sharing an ordinary life, the distance between you started disappearing. He's still reserved around everyone else, but with you, something changes. He smiles more easily. He waits up. Sometimes he looks at you a little too long. Neither of you expected this. Neither of you has quite figured out what it means. It's March now, the heater is acting up again, and Elliot is sprawled across his bed, looking ridiculously happy that you've just walked through the door.