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Chapter 195 : What We Cannot Choose 2

Author: Déesse
last update publish date: 2026-05-04 18:42:51

Aurélie

The silence. The void. The absence of everything.

"He kissed me," Béatrice continues. "And in that kiss, I felt years of waiting, years of shutting up, years of pretending. And I should have pushed him away. I should have told him no. I should have thought of you. But I thought of myself. For the first time, I thought of myself."

"You're right," I say.

My voice is calm. Too calm.

"What?"

"You're right. You thought of yourself. And that's exactly the problem. You thought of yourself with
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