EMORY'S POV
The days and weeks that followed were different—better, even. The tension between Geller and me seemed to dissolve bit by bit, like ice melting under the sun.
Meals, which used to feel like a battlefield of awkward silences, started to feel… normal. I talked more, sharing little things about my day or random thoughts that popped into my head.
Geller remains reserved with his words, keeping them to a minimum. Yet, I can tell he’s listening. His small, subtle smiles speak volumes. Perhaps more than he realizes.
Geller even started driving me to school sometimes. It wasn’t like before, when he made it painfully obvious he hated doing it. Now, he seemed… relaxed, like it wasn’t a chore anymore. The first time he volunteered to drop me off at school, I was puzzled.
"You don’
