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75. The Fallout

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SOFIA

I hated the silence in this room.

Not because it was loud or eerie or unnatural, but because it let me hear myself too clearly. I could hear every shaky breath, every little sniffle I tried to swallow, and the way my heart was still beating like it hadn't realized yet that the only person it was beating for had just walked out of the room and left me shattered in the wreckage of my own feelings.

I pressed the pillow harder over my head and curled tighter into the blankets, but it didn't help. Nothing was helping. Not the hot shower I'd taken just now, or the tea someone had left at my bedside. Not even the painkillers they'd given me for my leg, or even the memory of how gentle his hands had been or how soft his voice had sounded when he kissed my shoulder just hours before.

Because none of it changed the fact that I told Adrian DeLuca I loved him, and he walked out like I hadn't said a damn thing worth hearing. And it hurt even more than I was willing to admit.

I'd barely gotte
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