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Fix Me

مؤلف: Theemage
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-15 01:52:06

Gabriel's POV

The air outside was too thin. I sat on a bench near the library for three hours, watching students walk by with their laptops and their coffee, looking so damn normal it made me want to scream. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Every time a car door slammed in the parking lot, I flinched so hard I nearly fell off the wood.

I finally worked up the courage to take my phone off flight mode. My screen lit up like a bomb.

Twenty missed calls. Ten voicemails I didn’t want to hear. And o
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