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Chapter 87

Gerald's POV

I had thought time would dull it, that the memories of her lips pressed against mine in the woods would fade into something less consuming. But it hadn't. If anything, it burned brighter every passing day, a relentless ache that twisted itself around my chest and refused to let go.

Liliana

The name alone had become a curse, a prayer, and a dagger all at once. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her there under the bright sun close to the trees, her breath shaky, her big blue eyes wide and conflicted as I kissed her like a starving man. I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't let it happen again, that I would stay away for her sake and mine. But lies are easy when spoken to oneself.

I missed her. Goddess, I missed her.

And yet, every time I turned, there was Max. Max, with his easy smiles and insufferable patience. Max didn't seem to notice the way Liliana's voice softened when she spoke to him, or maybe he did, and he simply enjoyed it. That was why I
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