Flying

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It was reckless to kiss him, but she had to know how he felt. Whether what she had been reading between the lines was true or not. At the moment she kissed him, he stood still and her heart dropped like a cold stone, but then it changed. She was right. They were right together. His kiss was gentle, but there was an intensity behind it. Like being too close to the edge of a cliff in high winds. It was like nothing before, nothing like Toph. She tasted cheap wine, but smelled earth and forest beneath the soap. A place she wanted to explore further, but Dean had pulled back and gently pushed her away.

"Martha, I'm sorry. I can't."

"I know." He looked pained, and Martha touched his arm. "I won't be a student forever, you know."

He reached for her hand and squeezed it, before letting go to walk back through the door. She watched him return to reality alone.

She crossed the playground to her bike, unlocked it and cycled the ten miles home in the moonlight. She felt she was flying.

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