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Author: Rovelt Vell
last update publish date: 2026-09-03 00:13:28

SKY’S POV

We pulled back after that conversation about the bartender, careful the way Amira had insisted, no more window seats, no more small risks that felt harmless in the moment. For a few weeks, it worked. The season kept moving, my form stayed strong, and whatever had been watching us seemed to fade into nothing more than a lingering unease neither of us mentioned directly anymore.

I invited her to my apartment more often instead, safer than anywhere public, and one evening in late Octo
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