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Ten months had past, and one date turned to hundreds. Even if it was just sneaking into each other's dorm rooms, you called them dates.

But suddenly you changed.

You told me you loved me more often.
You listened to me more.
You cared more, not that I thought that was possible.

"Regulus, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine, love." You planted a kiss on the top of my head before zoning out again.

You weren't the same.

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