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151: Two broken souls

Author: nayaa
last update Last Updated: 2026-03-06 23:41:23

Zara's POV

I hesitated, staring at Ike, at the sad look on his face. Every instinct screamed at me to leave. But he looked genuinely sad. He was dying. He needed me.

Maybe I could stay for a little while, then I would leave.

I sighed as I went to his side and sat down.

"What now?" I asked.

He shook his head, taking my hand. I tensed up.

"Do I really repulse you this much?" he asked, pained.

I pursed my lips. It was better to remain silent than to tell him the truth—that I couldn't stay
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