🖤 Keifer's POV — London
... flashback...
The car rolled to a stop in front of the Waston Heritage Mansion.
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Cold.
Grand.
Unforgiving.
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I stepped out without hesitation.
Suit perfect.
Face blank.
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No emotions.
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No mistakes.
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Behind me—
Honey stepped out quietly.
No teasing.
No comments.
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Silent.
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Good.
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She understands.
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This isn't a place for games.
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We walked inside.
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The air changed instantly.
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Heavy.
Watching.
Measuring.
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The elders were already there.
Seated.
Waiting.
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Power in every glance.
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I walked forward.
Stopped.
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"Keifer."
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"Grandfather."
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A pause.
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Then—
"Sit."
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I did.
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Honey stood behind me.
Still.
Observing.
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Across the room—
Keigan leaned against the wall.
Arms crossed.
Silent.
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Watching everything.
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Not interfering.
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Because he knows—
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If they push too far…
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I won't stay quiet.
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And if Jay gets involved—
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I won't follow rules.
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And right now—
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I need this inheritance.
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Control.
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One of the elders slid a file across the table.
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My eyes dropped to it.
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Her.
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Jay.
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My fingers twitched—
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just for a second.
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Then stilled.
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"Who is she?" one of them asked.
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Silence.
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Sharp.
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Testing.
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I leaned back slightly.
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Expression calm.
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Detached.
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"She doesn't matter."
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The words came out clean.
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Cold.
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Like they meant nothing.
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Inside—
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they tore through me.
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"She's just a girl."
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A lie.
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"She was useful."
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Another lie.
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"For revenge."
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That part—
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true.
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"For someone else."
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The room went still.
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Eyes sharpened.
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Watching for cracks.
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I didn't give them any.
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"She was just a part of my plan."
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My voice steady.
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Controlled.
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Unbreakable.
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"I'm done with her."
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Silence.
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Heavy.
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Final.
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But inside—
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everything twisted.
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Because I'm not done.
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Not even close.
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Not with her.
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Not with anything.
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One of the elders leaned forward.
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"Then why is she still connected to you?"
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I didn't hesitate.
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"She isn't."
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"Are you sure?"
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"Yes."
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Another pause.
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Long.
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Calculated.
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Then—
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"You will keep it that way."
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Not a request.
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A warning.
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"You will not contact her."
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"You will not go near her."
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"You will not involve her in anything related to this family."
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My jaw tightened slightly.
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Barely visible.
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But real.
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"I won't."
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The words felt like chains.
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But I said them anyway.
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Because right now—
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this matters.
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The inheritance.
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The power.
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The control.
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Everything I need—
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to protect her.
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Even from them.
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"Good," the elder said. "Because if she becomes a problem—"
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Silence.
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A dangerous pause.
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"We remove the problem."
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My gaze hardened instantly.
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Cold.
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Sharp.
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Lethal.
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But I didn't react.
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Not outwardly.
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Not here.
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Not now.
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Because one wrong move—
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and she becomes their target.
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And I won't let that happen.
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Not ever.
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"I understand," I said.
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My voice calm.
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Controlled.
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Perfect.
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They studied me.
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Looking for weakness.
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Finding none.
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After a moment—
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"Meeting dismissed."
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I stood up.
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No hesitation.
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No wasted movement.
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Turned.
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Walked out.
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Honey followed.
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Keigan pushed himself off the wall—
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falling into step behind me.
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Still silent.
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Because he knows.
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They both know.
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If Jay gets dragged into this—
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I won't choose the family.
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I won't choose the inheritance.
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I'll choose her.
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Every time.
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And that's exactly what they're trying to prevent.
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We stepped outside.
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The doors closed behind us.
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And for the first time—
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I exhaled.
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Slow.
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Controlled.
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Barely holding.
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"She doesn't matter."
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I repeated it in my head.
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Again.
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And again.
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Like if I say it enough—
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it might become true.
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But it doesn't.
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Because every second—
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every thought—
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comes back to her.
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Jay.
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And the fact that—
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even now—
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I'm still protecting her.
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From them.
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From this.
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From me.
.....end of flashback...
🖤 Keifer's POV — London, Two Days Before My Birthday
London stretched beneath me—
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lights endless.
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alive.
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perfect.
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I stood by the glass window, one hand in my pocket, the other loosely holding a drink I hadn't touched.
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Everything looked controlled.
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Predictable.
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Exactly how I like it.
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But my mind—
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was somewhere else.
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Her.
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Jay.
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A slow breath left me.
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Not frustrated.
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Not confused.
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Certain.
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Because this time—
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I know.
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She won't move on.
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Not really.
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Not completely.
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I saw it.
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In her eyes.
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In the way she reacted.
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In the way she still felt.
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And I know her.
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Better than she thinks.
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Thought
You can try to walk away.
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You can pretend.
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But you won't stay away from me.
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Because you're mine.
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A knock on the door broke the silence.
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"Sir, the guests have arrived."
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Of course.
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Business.
Power.
Connections.
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Things that actually matter.
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I straightened slightly.
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Mask on.
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Calm.
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Unshaken.
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"Send them in."
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The room filled quickly.
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Voices.
Laughter.
Conversations.
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I moved through it all effortlessly.
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Handshake here.
Deal there.
A few words.
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Everything precise.
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Everything controlled.
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But beneath it—
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one constant.
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Her.
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Always her.
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"Mr. Waston," a voice came from my side.
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Soft.
Confident.
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I turned.
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A woman stood there.
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Elegant.
Poised.
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Trying.
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Too hard.
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"I've been meaning to talk to you," she said, stepping closer.
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"I'm busy."
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Direct.
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Clear.
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She smiled anyway.
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"I won't take much time."
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Another one joined.
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Then another.
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Of course.
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"Will you be attending your birthday gala?" one asked.
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"Obviously."
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"Then maybe we can get a dance?"
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I looked at them.
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Measured.
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Uninterested.
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"No."
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They blinked.
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Confused.
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"Why not?" one laughed lightly.
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"Because I don't dance with anyone."
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A pause.
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Then—
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"Is there someone?" one of them asked.
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There it is.
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I didn't hesitate.
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"Yes."
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They leaned in slightly.
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Interested.
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"Girlfriend?"
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My gaze stayed steady.
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"Wife."
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Silence.
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Immediate.
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Sharp.
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"You're married?" one asked, surprised.
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"Yes."
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No explanation.
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No hesitation.
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Just that.
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Final.
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The air shifted.
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Interest gone.
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Game over.
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They stepped back.
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"Excuse us."
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I nodded once.
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They left.
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Just like that.
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Peace again.
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But my mind—
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wasn't on them.
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It never was.
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"My wife."
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The words settled easily this time.
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No resistance.
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No second thoughts.
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Because—
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one day—
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it will be true.
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Not a statement.
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A fact.
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Thought
You're mine.
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You just don't know it yet.
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My jaw tightened slightly—
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not in anger.
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In certainty.
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Because I know what I'm doing.
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I know why I pushed her away.
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I know what I'm fixing first.
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And once everything is in place—
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once there's nothing left that can touch her—
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I'll go back.
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And I won't hold back this time.
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I'll tell her everything.
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Every truth.
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Every reason.
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Every choice.
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And then—
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I'll make it up to her.
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Every second of pain.
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Every moment I made her doubt.
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Everything.
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She won't walk away.
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She can't.
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Because what we had—
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was real.
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And she knows it.
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Even if she tries to deny it.
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I turned back toward the window.
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London glowing below.
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Unshaken.
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Like me.
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Two days.
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That's all.
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Two days—
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and everything starts falling into place.
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My birthday.
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The beginning of the end of this mess.
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And the beginning of—
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us.
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A faint smirk touched my lips.
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Because no matter what she thinks—
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no matter what she says—
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I know how this ends.
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With her.
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With me.
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Together.
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The way it was always meant to be.
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And this time—
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I'm not letting her go.
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Not again.
🖤 Jay's POV — The Night Before
Tomorrow.
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That asshole's birthday.
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I stared at the ceiling from the couch, one leg hanging off the edge, phone resting on my stomach.
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London.
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Him.
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Everything I don't want to think about—
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and everything I need to face.
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I groaned softly and sat up.
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"Focus, Jay."
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This isn't about feelings.
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This is about answers.
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And maybe—
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a little bit of revenge.
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A smirk tugged at my lips.
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Yeah.
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That part too.
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I had already told Percy.
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Bad idea.
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Very bad idea.
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Because instead of reacting like a normal person—
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he leaned back like some proud king and said,
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"Wow, my influence is finally showing. My handsomeness has effects, huh?"
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I blinked at him.
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"Percy… you're not that handsome."
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He looked offended.
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"Not that—? Jay, look at me."
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"I am. That's the problem."
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He gasped like I stabbed him.
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"You wound me."
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I rolled my eyes.
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"Please survive. I need you alive for the business."
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He smirked.
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"Say you'd miss me."
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"I'd miss the peace."
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He laughed.
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And despite everything—
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it felt… normal.
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Light.
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Safe.
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But now—
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I stood up and walked toward the living room.
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Jass was already there.
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Of course.
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Sitting like he owned the place.
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Casual.
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Annoying.
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I crossed my arms.
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"I have a plan."
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His eyes lit up instantly.
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Oh no.
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That look.
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That dangerous, mischievous look.
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"Go on, darling."
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I ignored the name.
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Explained everything.
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Every detail.
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Entry.
Timing.
Behavior.
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Everything.
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And the moment I finished—
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he leaned back…
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and grinned.
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Wide.
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Like an absolute idiot.
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I narrowed my eyes.
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"Why are you smiling like that?"
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"Because," he said slowly, "this is going to be fun."
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I sighed.
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"I'm serious."
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"So am I," he replied, still smiling. "I finally get to make him jealous properly."
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There it is.
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Their stupid rivalry.
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I pointed at him.
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"I am not a weapon in your little war."
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He tilted his head.
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"Maybe not."
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A pause.
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"Maybe a little."
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"JASS."
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He laughed.
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"Relax, darling. I'll behave."
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"Liar."
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"Only sometimes."
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I rolled my eyes.
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"Whatever. Just stick to the plan."
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"I always do."
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That didn't sound reassuring.
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At all.
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But still—
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I nodded.
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"Let's go."
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✈️ Private Jet — Night
The jet stood ready.
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Sleek.
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Powerful.
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Waiting.
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Just like this whole situation.
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I stepped up first.
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The cool night air brushing against my skin.
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A small pause.
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Then I walked in.
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Inside—
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soft golden lights.
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Luxury everywhere.
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Quiet.
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Controlled.
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A flight attendant stepped forward with a polite smile.
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"Welcome, ma'am."
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I nodded slightly.
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Professional.
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Composed.
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Behind me—
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Jass walked in like he owned the entire aviation industry.
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"Evening."
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The airhostess smiled a little wider at him.
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Of course she did.
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I watched that for a second.
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Then looked away.
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Why am I even noticing this?
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We moved to our seats.
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I sat near the window.
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He took the seat beside me.
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Too close.
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Obviously.
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The plane started preparing for takeoff.
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Seatbelt.
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Engines.
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That low hum filling the silence.
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I looked out.
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Dark sky.
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Unknown ahead.
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My fingers tapped lightly against my leg.
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Stop.
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Calm down.
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This is just a plan.
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Just a trip.
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Nothing more.
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Then—
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a random thought hit me.
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Sharp.
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Uninvited.
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What if—
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he's like this?
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On flights.
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With airhostesses.
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Charming.
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Smiling.
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Flirting.
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My jaw tightened slightly.
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What if he's doing that right now?
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In London.
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With someone else.
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Some "London girl."
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Laughing.
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Looking at her the way he looked at—
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No.
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Stop.
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I turned my face toward the window.
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Annoyed.
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At him.
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At myself.
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At this stupid thought.
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Jass noticed.
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Of course he did.
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"You're thinking something violent."
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"I'm not."
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"You are."
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"I'm not."
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He leaned slightly closer.
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"Left eyebrow."
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I touched it instantly.
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"It didn't—"
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"It did."
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"Shut up."
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He chuckled.
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"Relax, darling."
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"Don't call me that."
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"You like it."
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"I don't."
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"Sure."
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I glared at him.
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Then looked away again.
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Annoying.
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But somehow—
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grounding.
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The plane took off.
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Smooth.
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Powerful.
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And just like that—
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we were in the air.
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Between places.
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Between decisions.
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Between emotions I refuse to name.
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✈️ Mid-Flight
Time blurred.
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I leaned my head against the window.
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Clouds beneath.
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Silence around.
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Jass beside me.
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Too calm.
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Too comfortable.
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"You're quiet," he said.
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"I'm thinking."
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"Dangerous."
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"Yours too."
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A small smirk.
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Then silence again.
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But this time—
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it wasn't heavy.
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Just…
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waiting.
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🖤 Landing — London
The city appeared slowly beneath us.
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Lights.
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Movement.
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Alive.
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London.
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My chest tightened.
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This is it.
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The plane landed smoothly.
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A soft thud.
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Final.
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Real.
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I stood up slowly.
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Heart steady.
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Mind sharp.
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No turning back now.
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We stepped out.
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Cool air hit my face.
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Different.
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New.
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Unfamiliar.
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But I didn't hesitate.
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A car was already waiting.
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Black.
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Polished.
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Ready.
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Jass opened the door for me.
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I raised a brow.
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"Since when are you a gentleman?"
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"Since always."
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"Liar."
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He smirked.
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I got in anyway.
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The drive was smooth.
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City passing by.
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Buildings tall.
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Lights reflecting everywhere.
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I watched everything quietly.
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Taking it in.
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But my mind—
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was somewhere else.
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Thought
He's here.
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Somewhere in this city.
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Breathing the same air.
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Living like nothing changed.
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My fingers curled slightly.
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Tomorrow.
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Everything changes.
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Whether he likes it or not.
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I leaned back slightly.
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Eyes steady.
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Expression calm.
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Game on.
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And this time—
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I'm not the one losing.
🖤 Jay's POV — London, Late Night
The hotel room was too quiet.
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Too perfect.
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Too still.
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The kind of silence that makes your thoughts louder than they should be.
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I stood near the window, looking out at the city.
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London at night was beautiful.
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Soft lights.
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Moving cars.
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A calm that didn't match what I felt inside.
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Tomorrow.
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His birthday.
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My fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the curtain.
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Thought
He's here.
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Somewhere in this same city.
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Maybe awake.
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Maybe busy.
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Maybe…
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I swallowed.
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Maybe not thinking about me at all.
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That thought sat heavy.
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Unwanted.
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Annoying.
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Because a part of me—
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still wanted to matter.
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Even after everything.
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I turned away from the window abruptly.
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"No."
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I'm not doing this.
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I'm not standing here thinking about him like—
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like I didn't already decide what I'm here for.
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Answers.
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Nothing else.
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I walked toward the bed, picking up my phone.
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Locked screen.
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Time: 11:32 PM.
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I stared at it.
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A thought forming.
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Slow.
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Dangerous.
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Midnight.
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His birthday.
—
…
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No.
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Absolutely not.
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Why would I—
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Why should I—
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I scoffed lightly.
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This is stupid.
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He doesn't deserve it.
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After everything—
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after what he did—
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after how he made me feel—
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My grip tightened on the phone.
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Then why does it still matter?
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Why do I still want to—
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I exhaled sharply.
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Annoyed.
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At myself.
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At him.
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At this entire situation.
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"Idiot…" I muttered.
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Him.
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Or me.
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Still not sure.
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I sat down on the edge of the bed.
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Staring at the screen again.
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11:41 PM.
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Time was moving.
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And so were my thoughts.
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Back.
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To him.
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To that terrace.
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To that moment.
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To the way he looked at me like—
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I mattered.
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Like I wasn't just part of some plan.
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My chest tightened.
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Thought
Was that real?
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Or was I just… stupid enough to believe it?
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I closed my eyes for a second.
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And when I opened them—
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I had already made the decision.
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I unlocked my phone.
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Scrolled.
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Stopped.
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His contact.
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I stared at it.
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Long.
—
Then locked the phone again.
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"No."
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Too easy.
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Too obvious.
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Too… me.
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I stood up suddenly.
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Walked toward the desk.
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Opened my bag.
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There.
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A spare phone.
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Unregistered.
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Unused.
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I picked it up slowly.
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Turned it on.
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A small, almost ironic smile touched my lips.
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If I'm doing this—
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I'm doing it my way.
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No names.
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No identity.
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Just…
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a voice.
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And truth.
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11:57 PM.
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My heartbeat picked up slightly.
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Why am I nervous?
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It's just a call.
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Just a wish.
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Just—
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him.
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I entered his number manually.
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Every digit feeling heavier than it should.
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Then I stopped.
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Thumb hovering over the call button.
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This is stupid.
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He doesn't deserve this.
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He doesn't deserve me thinking about him at midnight.
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He doesn't deserve—
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My eyes softened slightly.
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But I still…
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care.
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Damn it.
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11:59 PM.
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One minute.
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One stupid minute.
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I took a deep breath.
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And pressed call.
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The phone rang.
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Once.
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Twice.
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Three times.
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Each second stretching.
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Longer.
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Louder.
—
Then—
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