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An hour or so later, I crawl into bed, trying not to think about how Aiden has been bringing my special food every day. How he made sure we’re seen in the halls together so no one bullies me anymore. How he brings me water after practice. How he watches me with that concern when I’m running as if he knows my heart isn’t doing so well. I shouldn’t appreciate the thoughtful gestures, but I do, and they’re tumbling my defences worse than anything else. Unable to resist, I check Instagram again. I scroll down to Silver’s comment, but it isn’t there anymore. Not sure if she deleted it or if he did. My phone vibrates with a text. Aiden. I sit up in bed, my heart somersaulting inside its cavity. Aiden: Can’t sleep. I’m thinking about you. I should pretend to be asleep, but I just can’t. I’m feeling so off tonight and I’m afraid that if I close my eyes, nightmares will barge in. I type back. Elsa: I can’t sleep either. Aiden: Why? Elsa: I’m scared of going to sleep sometimes. I regret that as