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As kids, I could always feel when Alina needed me. I can’t even remember when it started, but all I ever knew was when that feeling grew in my stomach and traveled through my chest, that there was something wrong with her. I snuck out of the house so many times- day, night; it never mattered. And I remember that once I had her in my arms, that feeling would ease up, and we would both be so content, just being by each other’s side.
That feeling isn’t gone, but it’s not as strong as it once was. I watch her leave the dining hall with Lincoln, feeling useless and confused. Something was definitely wrong, and I feel like she needs me somehow… but I don’t know where to start on how to help her.
“What was that?”
I turn to Callum, who is taking a slow bite of foo
