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They were not supposed to happen. Elina was all sharp edges and poetry, a girl who wore her heart like a pinned-on brooch—visible, a little vulnerable, unapologetically there. Olivia was the quiet one. The one who listened more than she spoke, who held her secrets like a deck of cards close to her chest. Everyone assumed Olivia was waiting for a boy with a steady job and a gentle hand. No one saw the way her gaze lingered on Elina’s wrists when she talked, or how she remembered the exact shade of Elina’s coat: the color of rusted copper just before sunset.

“Felt something I wasn’t supposed to feel.” elina and olivia lesbian love

“Sorry,” Olivia whispered, but she wasn’t sorry at all. They were not supposed to happen