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Falling Apart
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2025-09-15 17:49:01
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Crossing the line Terms and Conditions
Ava’s POVThe notification chimed while I was brushing my teeth.I froze with my toothbrush still in my mouth, mint foam gathering at the corner of my lips, because I already knew who it was before I even reached for the phone.Ethan.The screen lit up with his name, his message short, gentle—exactly the kind of thing that made my chest ache more than any grand gesture could.Glad you got some rest. Here if you need anything today. No pressure.Good luck with the meeting.I exhaled, the sound shaky and ridiculous for something as simple as a text.I’d told him I had a meeting. I didn’t specify what kind. Didn’t say legal. Didn’t say the Chronicle. Didn’t say anything even close to the truth.And he didn’t push.He never pushed.That was somehow worse. Because the space he gave me made it impossible to pretend he didn’t care.I rinsed my mouth, splashed water on my face, and sat on the edge of the bed. My thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a long second before I finally typed:Ava: T
Crossing the line The Space Between
Ethan's PovI woke up to the sound of my own name—muffled, repeated, too close.It took a second to realize it wasn’t real.Just my phone vibrating against the nightstand, the screen lighting up the dark room.Unknown Number.For half a heartbeat, my chest tightened.Then logic kicked in: spam, probably. Or media fishing with new burner lines.I let it ring out.The silence afterward was heavier than it should’ve been.I sat there, rubbing a hand over my face, replaying every second of last night with Ava—the pauses, the tremor in her voice, the way she kept her hands buried in her pockets like she was afraid they’d betray her.She told me what was going on.A legal issue.Something strong enough to shake her.Something tied to the Chronicle.And the part that kept eating at me:She’d been alone with it.Until now.I pushed myself out of bed and headed to the kitchen. It was barely 8 a.m., but my brain felt like I’d gone ten rounds. Coffee helped, but not enough. Nothing short of answ
Crossing the line Fault Lines
Ava’s POVMaya insisted on coffee.Not a phone call.Not a text thread.A face-to-face conversation at the small café near my apartment — the one with the chipped mugs and terrible background jazz that somehow made tense conversations feel less explosive.I barely slept, but I still got there early. Maya arrived ten minutes late, wind-tousled, overworked, and somehow still intimidating.She took one look at me and sighed.“Jesus, Ava. You look like you lost a boxing match.”She ordered us two coffees — hers black, mine with too much sugar — and slid into the seat across from me.“Okay,” she said. “Show me your face.”“My face?”“Your emotional face.”I groaned and rested my forehead against the cool table. “I’m overwhelmed, Maya.”“Of course you are. That letter was designed to do exactly that. ‘Remedial Action Notice.’ I swear, they hire lawyers specifically for their dramatic vocabulary.”My laugh was thin but real.She reached into her tote bag and pulled out a folder thick with p
Crossing the line The Part Where It Hurts
Ava’s POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind me, something inside my chest gave way—quietly, like a thread snapping under too much tension.I leaned against the door, eyes closed, breathing in the leftover scent of cold air and Ethan’s cologne, the ghost of his voice still vibrating in my head.If all you can give is a little… then I’ll take a little.I should’ve felt relief. He didn’t push. He didn’t demand. He didn’t look at me like I was broken beyond repair.And yet—My hands were still shaking.Because everything I didn’t tell him was still sitting between us, heavier than anything I had confessed.Because he had looked at me like he knew I was lying even when I hadn’t said a word.Because I didn’t know how long I could keep pretending I wasn’t drowning.I pushed away from the door and walked into the apartment. It felt small tonight—too small, too quiet, too aware. I set my phone on the counter and stared at it like it might start buzzing with another threat.Nothing.Just
Crossing the line Aftershocks
Ethan’s POV I didn’t sleep. Not for more than a few minutes at a time. Every time I drifted off, something jerked me awake—noise from the street, the hum of my phone, my own pulse kicking too hard. By sunrise, I was up, showered, and pacing the length of my living room like an animal in a cage. Ava’s text from last night was still burned into my screen: Yeah. Tomorrow. No emojis. No softness. No breath between the words. Just a yes that didn’t feel like a yes at all. Something was wrong. Not “bad day” wrong. Not “work stress” wrong. Something deeper, sharper, the kind of wrong that gets under your skin and doesn’t let go. I felt it before I saw her. Felt it again watching that damned op-ed blow up online—everyone arguing about ethics and silence and scandals like they were entertainment. And somehow… Somehow her name kept circling the edges without ever being said out loud. I didn’t know why. I just knew she was in the middle of it. And I hated that she didn’t call me.
Crossing the line The Sound of Pressure
Ava’s POVThe Chronicle’s legal notice sat in my inbox like a live wire. I’d closed the email, reopened it, closed it again, then turned my laptop off entirely—as if shutting the lid could shut down the consequences waiting on the other side.It didn’t.Every time I blinked, the words rewrote themselves behind my eyes: Ms. Reynolds, this is a formal notice. We need to discuss today’s developments. Please call us back immediately..I wasn’t even breathing right. Each inhale felt shallow, each exhale too quick. I paced my apartment because sitting still made it worse, but moving didn’t help either. The storm outside had thinned to a soft drizzle, but somehow the quiet in here felt louder.My phone buzzed again.Not a friend.Not Ethan.Unknown number.I stared at it as the call faded out. They weren’t giving up.I shoved the phone under a pillow like it could muffle the problem.My new job schedule was on the fridge, a neat little lineup of stability—morning check-ins, afternoon coordi
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