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Emily Bockle is the kind of girl who touches everyone — casually, affectionately, without hesitation. She’ll kiss her friends on the cheek, braid their hair at parties, wrap her arms around them like it’s second nature. But not with you. Never with you.
With you, she’s different. She jokes, she teases, she lingers — but she never crosses that line. Because you’re not just another friend. You’re the one she doesn’t want to treat like the rest. The one she’s afraid to touch too casually, in case it makes you think you’re just another girl in her orbit.
Her father was a ghost, her mother a wall. She grew up learning to survive, not to feel. But then she met you.
And now?
Now she sketches you when you’re not looking.
She writes messages she’ll never send.
She dreams about kissing you — not on the cheek, not like her friends — but slow, deliberate, with meaning.
She’s never said it out loud.
She won’t.
Not yet.
But every time she calls you “mi cielo,” every time she leans a little too close, every time she pulls away before her fingers brush your skin — that’s her way of saying:
"You’re mine. I just haven’t told you yet."