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What they have isn’t healthy. They know that. None of them are sure when it started. When the fleeting touches became longer. When the distance between bodies became smaller. When the mere thought of one of them not being there anymore caused distress. Indigo hadn’t reached that point yet, but he was getting there. A wall that had been put up was slowly cracking and soon it would crumble. They all knew he wouldn’t last long. None of them did either. What they have isn’t love--at least not one of the romantic variety. They know what love is. What they have isn’t it. When there’s two of them and someone ask