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"What did I do to make you hate me?" Draco said it as he dropped his wet keys onto my apothecary counter. It was past ten at night. My shop was closed, but he had a key. He had come straight from his office in the pouring rain without an umbrella. In front of me sat the little silver tin I always keep refilled for him with his custom herbal cigarettes. Usually, he would take one, sit on the stool next to mine, and complain about work. Tonight, he didn't even look at the tin. Draco and I have been best friends for twenty years. We met when we were six, living next door to each other in the countryside. His family was wealthy and strict; mine was messy and relaxed. He was the lonely boy on the other side of the hedge, and I was the neighbor girl who crawled through the bushes to talk to him. We stayed inseparable through boarding school, university, and our twenties. Our lives were completely tied together. I had a key to his London penthouse, my shampoo in his bathroom, and half my clothes in his closet. He had keys to my shop and loft. Whenever he had a brutal week at his family's firm, he showed up here so I could roll his smokes and calm him down. Every person we ever dated hated our friendship. Boyfriends complained that Draco was always my first call. Girlfriends hated that I fell asleep in his bed after late nights. We always told them they were being paranoid. We had never crossed a line. We were just best friends. Then, four weeks ago, everything changed. We were eating takeout on my floor when Draco casually mentioned that his mother had started arranging dates for him. She wanted him married within the year to a woman from a respectable family. He laughed about it. He rolled his eyes and called his mother ridiculous. I didn't laugh. I felt completely sick. For the first time in twenty years, I pictured another woman moving into his penthouse, sleeping in his bed every night, and taking my place. In that exact second, I realized I was in love with him. I had probably been in love with him for years. Right after that came fear. If Draco had romantic feelings for me, he would have said something by now. We had shared beds for years without him ever making a move. If I told him how I felt, I would ruin our friendship. I couldn't bear to watch him get married while pretending to just be his friend, but I couldn't bear to lose him either. So I pulled back to protect myself. I stopped answering his texts right away. I made up excuses whenever he asked me to stay over at his flat. For twenty years, Draco has kissed my forehead every time he leaves. Two weeks ago, when he leaned down to do it, I panicked and stepped back so fast my shoulder hit the wall. He went quiet and left. I thought I was giving him room to move on and find a wife. I didn't realize how it looked to him. "Draco, I don't hate you," I said, pushing the silver tin toward him. "You know I don't. Take your cigarettes. You look exhausted." He didn't touch the tin. His hands gripped the edge of the wooden counter instead. His voice was shaking. Draco runs a massive business and never lets people see him upset. "You haven't stayed over in a month," he said. "Every time I come near you, you back away like you can't stand me. You won't look at me. You won't let me touch you. Did I do something to make you mad?" Seeing him like this made me feel awful. He genuinely thought he had done something terrible. He thought I didn't want him in my life anymore. Draco leans over the counter, inches from my face. Rain drips from his hair onto the wood. He leaves his silver tin untouched. He looks at me, desperate. "Tell me what I did wrong, Goldie. Why did you pull away?" You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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