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GROUND RULES

Penulis: Jubril Zainab
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-25 06:04:12

VIVI’S POINT OF VIEW.

I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding onto him until we stepped outside.

The noise of the party mixed with their whispers got drowned out once the door shut behind us.

The silence was cold, sharp like it would cut through bone. My fingers were still locked with Felix’s. I pulled away fast as I’d just remembered what I’d just done.

What I’d said…….what I’d just agreed to.

The night air hit my face, but it didn’t clear the haze in my head.

Nothing could.

Not when his vo
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