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Chapter 45: The Sound of Breaking

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last update Last Updated: 2025-08-19 16:13:33

Quincy

The infirmary door clicked shit behind me, and a cool air brushed over my skin. Of course, it wasn't enough to soothe me.

Nothing was, and will be after I've got fucked up. Back there, I could relate with Dr. Anaba what my primary issues were. But not my secondary issue.

Hell no, I couldn't even speak to anyone about it. Not when I haven't yet figured out what exactly is wrong with me.

I'm thinking this is too intense. Maybe I could make it seem like nothing, just the way the subject—Jordan—makes it look like nothing.

Could I really do that?

My chest feels so tight, as if someone had cinched a belt around my ribs so tight and it's interfering with my breathing. My breathing is uneven. My mind and body has been patched up, but inside—inside was still chaotic as it would ever be. It's so hard to forget my body's reaction to Jordan hands on me, the memory of his touch burns where it should never have. And it's slowly dominating the sting of Stacy's letter even though that one hu
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