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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE WEIGHT OF NAMES

Penulis: TySin
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-10 20:37:26

Phillip’s POV

The graphite dragged in confident, practiced lines across the page, soft and sure. I shaded the curve of her lips, slightly parted, mid laughter, and I felt my chest tighten. I’d been staring at the reference photo on my phone for too long, memorizing every light in her eyes until the image burned itself into my mind.

I can’t get it out of my head, the stolen moment in the art class. On my hands, in my lungs, under my skin. Her scent clings to my memory. Her soft, nervous, breathless laughter keeps replaying in the back of my mind, and I’m caught between guilt and a hunger I can’t explain.

The sound of quick footsteps pulled me back to reality. Eli. Of course.

My little brother leaned over the arm of the couch, chewing something loudly and annoyingly. “That’s her, isn’t it?”

I tilt my sketchbook slightly away. “Her who?”

He grinned, wide and unbothered. “Elizabeth. Remember her? Bit tall, shiny blond hair, green eyes? I think you do.” he persisted. “She came by the othe
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