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The Space Between Us
Daniel kept his word.
He didn't ask too many questions. He didn't try to fix Ava's problems or prod at her silences. Instead, he simply showed up—again and again—with calm patience and an easy smile that slowly began to chip away at the walls she'd built around her heart.
At lunch, he sat beside her even when her friends didn't. When she walked home, he sometimes offered to walk with her, saying it was "just along his route"—even when they both knew it wasn't. And during basketball practice, he stayed late just to shoot a few hoops with her, giving her the space to be herself, no pressure, no pretending.
Ava didn't know when it started to feel okay again. Maybe it was when Daniel made her laugh so hard she choked on her water. Maybe it was when he told her about his younger sister, Eliana, who used to sneak into his room crying whenever she had nightmares—until he built her a fort out of old blankets and fairy lights. Or maybe it was the way he never once looked at her like she was broken.
One afternoon, they sat side by side in the bleachers after practice. The sun was dipping low, casting gold across the court.
"You're really good, you know," he said.
Ava shrugged, brushing sweaty hair from her forehead. "Not like Leah. She makes it look effortless."
Daniel nudged her shoulder gently. "You play with heart. That's rarer than talent."
Ava turned to him, blinking. "That's… kind of the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."
He grinned. "Get used to it."
She looked at him then—not just looked, but really saw him. The honesty in his eyes. The quiet strength behind his jokes. The way he didn't try to be anyone else but himself.
And in that moment, for the first time in a long time, she felt seen without feeling exposed. Valued, not used. Whole.
She lowered her gaze and murmured, "Why are you being so kind to me?"
Daniel's expression softened. "Because someone should be."
He said it so simply, and yet it undid her. She blinked hard, looking away.
In the distance, Tom watched from the school gate.
He had come to walk her home, just to talk. But then he saw her and Daniel—laughing, close, comfortable in a way that made something ache in his chest.
He turned and left before she could see him.
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Later That Night
Ava sat by her bedroom window, holding her phone. Daniel had texted her a meme—something silly about basketball players being dramatic—and she chuckled softly. Then the smile faded as she scrolled up through the messages. They'd talked more in the past two weeks than she had with Tom in months.
She set the phone down and stared at the sky.
She didn't owe Tom anything. He hadn't made any promises. But still… the pang in her chest was real. She wasn't sure what it meant.
All she knew was that Daniel made her feel safe.
And maybe, for now, that
When It Feels Like Home
The days slipped by in quiet rhythms.
For Ava, time used to drag—weighted down by fear, by whispers in the hallway, by Bena's hidden cruelty. But now, it began to move differently. Still slow, still uncertain… but lighter, too. Because of Daniel.
They started doing more things together after school—sometimes walking through the park, sometimes just sitting on the library steps with drinks from the vending machine, talking about random things: movies, their childhoods, fears neither had told anyone else.
Daniel was funny in a grounded way. Not the kind that tried too hard, not the kind who needed a crowd. He told her how he used to sneak cookies from his grandma's kitchen and get away with it because he could fake-cry on command. He laughed at his own mistakes, called himself out when he was wrong, and always looked her in the eye when she spoke.
One Friday afternoon, he walked her home in the soft warmth of the setting sun. Their fingers brushed as they walked, and Ava felt her heart trip for a second. She didn't pull away—but she didn't take his hand either. Not yet.
Daniel noticed. He didn't push. Instead, he smiled gently and changed the subject.
They reached her gate and stood for a moment in silence.
"I'm glad I met you," he said.
Ava looked up, caught off guard. "Why?"
He shrugged. "Because I see you. I mean… really see you. And you're more than what they say. You're strong. You're funny. You've been through more than anyone realizes, and you're still standing."
Something cracked gently inside her. No one had ever said that to her before. Not in that way.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Daniel grinned. "Also… you're terrible at shooting free throws, but we'll work on that."
Ava laughed, wiping her eye as she tried to look annoyed. "I let you win."
"Sure you did."
He gave her a mock salute and turned to go, but then paused.
"Hey… if you ever need someone to talk to. Or just sit with. I'm here."
Ava nodded, biting back a smile. "Goodnight, Daniel."
"Goodnight, Ava."
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That Night
Ava sat on her bed, her phone in her hands. She opened her notes app and wrote something she'd never share, but needed to let out:
> He makes the world feel less heavy. But why does it still feel like I'm betraying someone?
She didn't press send. She didn't even write a name. But in the silence,
The Turning Point
Ava had never expected to feel this way. It had been so long since she'd let anyone get close—since she'd trusted anyone outside her small circle. But Daniel was different. He was gentle with her, but more than that, he made her feel seen, like she wasn't just some girl who had been hurt by the world and left to fend for herself. With him, she felt like someone worth being around.
After school one day, Daniel invited her to a small gathering at his house. "It's just a few people. No pressure," he said. "I think you'll have a good time."
Ava hesitated, thinking about her usual routine: avoid crowded spaces, keep a low profile, and avoid confrontation at all costs. But something about Daniel's sincerity—the way he looked at her with that quiet understanding—made her want to try.
So, the next evening, she stood in front of her mirror, uncertain. The clothes she wore were comfortable, simple, nothing too attention-grabbing. She didn't want to feel like she was standing out.
"Mom, I'm heading out," she called, already feeling the weight of the lie she'd been telling her mother for weeks now—how she was fine, how nothing was wrong. But her mom, wrapped in her own quiet grief, never questioned it. Lori was always too focused on Ava's safety to notice the depth of her daughter's internal battles.
When Ava arrived at Daniel's house, she was greeted by soft music and the comforting scent of pizza. The house was cozy, nothing too extravagant, just enough to feel warm. She stepped in hesitantly, unsure of how to navigate a place like this. It wasn't her world.
But Daniel immediately spotted her, his face lighting up. "You made it!"
"I wasn't sure," Ava admitted with a nervous smile. "But I'm glad I came."
"I'm glad too." He offered her a drink, and as they settled on the couch, he introduced her to a few of his friends. They were easygoing, nothing like the groups she was used to at school. No harsh judgments, no biting comments. Just normal, carefree teenagers.
It wasn't long before they were laughing at some inside joke Daniel shared with her, and for the first time in weeks, Ava felt her shoulders relax. It was like she was allowed to just be. No masks, no pretending.
As the night wore on, though, a familiar feeling began to settle into the pit of her stomach. The unease she always felt when she allowed herself to have too much fun, when things started to feel normal. The fear that it would all come crashing down. That someone—Bena—would show up and ruin it.
And just as that thought crossed her mind, the door swung open, and in walked someone she didn't expect to see: Tom.
Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't even realized that he'd been invited. He didn't notice her right away, too busy greeting Daniel and laughing at something one of the other guys said. But the moment their eyes met, Ava felt the weight of the tension she'd been avoiding for days.
Tom looked different. He seemed more relaxed than usual, his hair a bit messier, his smile more genuine. But there was something in his eyes when he saw her—something that made her stomach twist. A flicker of something—jealousy, maybe? She couldn't tell.
"Hey, Ava," he said as he approached her.
"Hi," she replied softly, trying not to seem too rattled. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Tom teased. "I didn't know you hung out with Daniel."
"I don't usually," Ava said quickly, her heart racing. She hadn't meant to sound defensive, but it felt like every word she spoke was being measured, weighed.
Before Tom could respond, Daniel walked over with two cups in hand, offering one to Tom. "Glad you made it, man."
Tom accepted the drink with a nod, but his eyes flicked to Ava. It was obvious to her now—the slight tension, the way his posture changed when he noticed her standing next to Daniel.
And that's when Bena made her entrance.
Bena—always dramatic, always looking for an audience—stepped into the room, scanning the group as if it were a stage. The moment her gaze landed on Ava, a smirk appeared on her lips.
"Didn't know this was the type of party you'd be attending, Ava," Bena said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Maybe you're here to hook up with someone, huh? Is that why you're dressed like this?"
Ava's face burned with humiliation. She was wearing nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, but Bena's words stung. Bena was always quick to twist anything she could to make Ava feel small.
She glanced over at Daniel, but before she could respond, Bena's attention shifted to Tom.
"And you—" Bena sneered at Tom, clearly enjoying the moment. "I'm surprised you're hanging out with her. I guess even someone as hot as you can have terrible taste."
The room went silent for a moment. Ava could feel Tom's anger building. She saw his jaw tighten, his fists clenching.
But instead of saying something back, Tom took a deep breath and put his drink down, turning to Ava.
"You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice soft enough only she could hear.
Ava nodded, though her heart was heavy. "I'll be fine."
She wanted to tell him to just leave it alone, that he didn't have to defend her, that Bena would never change. But before she could speak, Daniel stepped in, clearly aware of what was happening.
"Bena, maybe you should leave," Daniel said, his voice cool but firm. "We're just here to have a good time. This is a party, not a place to stir up drama."
Bena shot him a look, but there was nothing she could do. She huffed and turned toward the door.
"You'll regret this, Ava," she spat, before leaving.
The tension in the room was thick, and Ava could feel the weight of the moment. Everyone else in the room quickly returned to their conversations, but she was still standing there, feeling small and exposed.
"I should go," she muttered, her eyes falling to the ground.
"No," Daniel said quickly, grabbing her wrist before she could leave. "Don't go. Please. I invited you here because I wanted you to have fun, Ava."
Ava met his gaze, and for a brief moment, she could see the sincerity in his eyes—the same sincerity that had made her want to trust him in the first place.
"I don't want to be a problem," she said softly.
"You're not a problem," Daniel said, his hand gently releasing her wrist. "But Bena is. And we're not going to let her ruin this."
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That night, Ava stayed. She let herself relax, let herself forget about the tension that always seemed to linger just beneath the surface. Daniel made sure she felt welcome, that she wasn't just a side note in his world. For once, she was just Ava.
But as she sat there, surrounded by people who made her feel like she belonged, she couldn't ignore the part of her heart that kept pulling her back toward Tom. The jealousy she had seen in his eyes. The way his presence made her heart race.
What did it mean? What did it feel like?
She didn't know. But she wasn't ready to find out just yet.
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The next day, Tom tried to talk to her in the hallway, but Ava couldn't bring herself to face him. She didn't know how to deal with the mixture of confusion and longing she felt when she saw him—when he looked at her as if she were something he couldn't have.
Maybe one day she'd be brave enough to confront that part of herself. But not today. Not yet.