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My best friend stopped me cold and asked why I won't let him touch me anymore. It was past ten at night. Draco had just unlocked the front door of my shop to get out of the rain. I already had his herbal cigarettes rolled and packed into his silver tin on the counter. But when I slid the tin toward him, he didn't pick it up. He reached across the wood and caught my wrist instead. We have been best friends since we were six years old. We are twenty-six now. For twenty years, we never had boundaries. I have a key to his penthouse, and he has a key to my flat above the shop. I keep clothes in his closet. We shared beds after late nights and never thought twice about it. Every person I ever dated complained that Draco came first. I always told them they were being paranoid. I told them Draco was just my best friend. I believed my own lie until last month. Last month, Draco sat on my counter and casually told me his mother was arranging dates for him. She wanted him to pick a pureblood wife and settle down. The moment he said it, my stomach dropped. I pictured another woman living in his home, using his shower, and sitting next to him at family dinners. I pictured someone else becoming the first person he calls when his day goes wrong. That was when I finally understood what was wrong with me. I am in love with my best friend. I also knew there was no way he loved me back. If he wanted me, he wouldn't have waited twenty years while watching me date other people. So I panicked. I tried to protect myself by putting up walls. I stopped staying over at his place. I stopped letting him throw an arm around my shoulders. Whenever he reached out to tuck hair behind my ear, I stepped back. I thought I was just hiding my feelings. Instead, I hurt him. Draco thought I was suddenly disgusted by him. He stopped kissing my forehead when he said goodbye. He stopped dropping by during his lunch breaks. We went from being completely inseparable to barely speaking for three weeks. Now he was standing on the other side of my counter, holding my wrist in place. "You flinch every time I come near you, Goldie," he said. His voice was low and rough. "You haven't been to my flat in nearly a month. You make excuses every time I ask for dinner." "Draco, please," I said. "Let go." He didn't. His grip stayed firm. He looked completely exhausted, with dark circles under his grey eyes. Draco holds my wrist against the counter. He says he hasn't slept in weeks because I stopped talking to him, and he asks what he did wrong. He is waiting for an answer, and he refuses to let go of my wrist. You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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