Predictive Text Couldn't Predict Our Love

orning. Blake would drive me to school without a word. We' d do our homework in the massive, silent library, separated by a long table and

to become friends with Liam Henderson again. He

hloe," he told me once in the ha

ld Blake about it at dinner, one of the

ay," I said, poking at my food.

ed onto his plate. "

y the venom in his voice. "H

w and intense. "The Hendersons are not what th

text I had seen at the orphanage. It

unting. I threw my pencil down in disgust. A few minutes later, a piece of paper slid across the table. On it, the entire problem was

ide, a massive telescope pointed at the sky. I watched him from the doorway, fascinated by the quiet passion on his face.

ront of it. He was in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, pretending he had no idea I was there. I went out and l

l-looking rock I found on the school grounds. I' d place them on the edge of his d

g out the library window,

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at w

stood. She bought me my first telescope." He paused, sw

hed for him, for the lonely little boy

use. I was hesitant, Blake' s warning echoing in my ears,

aped against the floor. "I told

I shot back, my own frustration boiling ove

d, his voice cracking. "You chose

ld back for months finally spilling out. "Your dad didn'

er vanished, replaced by a

econd, when you stood there... I thought maybe I wouldn' t be anymore." He sank back in

ing empathy. I walked around the table and put a han

t broken,"

immered into existenc

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ked up, his ey

he said. It sou

d, my voice gen