Austin sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. It's been a week since he had seen Abby, and he had never felt so conflicted. The girl was admittedly special to him, but he didn't want to say he liked her. After their last meeting, he didn't want to believe anything.
It was nearing one in the morning, and Austin was quickly puffing away. Abby was supposed to be showing up soon, but as he looked up, he saw that Abby was indeed not quite Abby.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
