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Ibadan, Nigeria
2029
552
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Lines we shouldn't cross
<h1>*EPISODE 15</h1><h1>“Lines We Shouldn’t Cross”*</h1><p><br/></p><p>---</p><p><br/></p><p>The tension had shifted.</p><p><br/></p><p>Aisha felt it in the way her seat creaked beside Deniem during morning prep. Deniem felt it in how her replies got slower… shorter… cautious. The school, once noisy with scattered laughter, now felt too observant. Every whisper felt like it was about them.</p><p><br/></p><p>One Wednesday afternoon, their English teacher gave the class a surprise pair-assignment — two people, one topic, due by Friday. And fate, or maybe trouble, paired *Aisha and Deniem*.</p><p><br/></p><p>“God abeg,” Aisha muttered under her breath as the teacher announced it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Deniem smiled sideways. “We dey together inside this wahala.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Later that day, they met in the library. It was empty except for the humming ceiling fan and two juniors snoring with open books on their chests.</p><p><br/></p><p>They were supposed to discuss “Freedom and Responsibility.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Ironic.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because here they were — free to feel something real, but responsible for hiding it.</p><p><br/></p><p>“I think… freedom is being able to like someone without fear,” Aisha said softly, eyes fixed on the notebook.</p><p><br/></p><p>Deniem didn’t respond immediately. Then he said, “And responsibility is knowing if we mess this up, we lose more than just a score.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Their eyes met — heavy silence, emotions louder than any bell.</p><p>“I don’t want to lose you,” Aisha whispered.</p><p><br/></p><p>“You won’t,” he said. “We just… need rules. Boundaries.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Like?”</p><p><br/></p><p>“No touching in school.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“No sitting together in class.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“No walking home together.”</p><p><br/></p><p>They stared at the rules they were now writing in their minds — lines they shouldn’t cross.</p><p><br/></p><p>But later that evening, when they reached the school gate by coincidence and their fingers accidentally brushed… no one pulled back.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because sometimes, love draws its own map — and not all lines stay unbroken.</p><p><br/></p><p>*To be continued…*</p>
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