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It was already midnight, and yet I couldn’t sleep. No matter how I tried, that kiss we shared played in my head over and over again. It felt surreal for me. I wondered how long I was standing at the window while looking blankly outside, daydreaming of the impossible. But because of that kiss yesterday, hope started to lighten my heart, and I felt so warm and happy and, at the same time, scared. I was scared of these feelings because I might misinterpret something between me and Caden. Maybe he was just so miserable yesterday at the wedding? That when he saw me on the bridge, his emotions just heightened? I shook my head gently. Creases formed between my brows. What if he was just using me again to fill that void that Gretta left in his chest? What if I was the rebound girl again? Ju