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His Broken Heart

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-05 22:49:00

ISABELLE'S POV:

​"Do not call me that ever again," I snapped, taking a quick step backward to create a cold distance between us. "Only my real friends call me that. I do not love you, Damon. I have never loved you. You were just a convenient distraction for me while growing up. It was just a silly game to pass the time, and I am completely done playing."

​His eyes shattered right before my gaze. It felt as if I were watching the actual light die inside his soul. I watched him break right in fro
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