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54: A Crazy Game We’re Playing

Penulis: Lily S. W
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-01 22:00:28

Ezra

The car ride has been…tense? And it’s all because of me. After the loaded question at the house, I had dismissed it.

Shit, I know she has questions, but what am I supposed to say?

It just slipped.

It felt like the right comparison to make, and I’m just realizing how dumb that is.

“Wren,” I try, squeezing her thighs.

She gives me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Hey.”

Fuck, she’s sad.

She looks like I kicked her puppy, the light in her eyes are gone and I want to punch myself.

“Is…” I sigh. “Is a relationship something you’re open to?”

She shrugs. “Why are you asking, Ezra? To dismiss me again?”

“God, no. Listen—”

“I’m fine, Ezra. I promise.” A tight-lipped smile grazes her lips, and she pats my hand on her thigh.

I breathe, jaw tight. “We will talk about this, Wren.”

She doesn’t reply, just stares out the window while her fingers play with mine, tracing the perfect silver wrist watch she gifted me.

It’s sweet, but it breaks me too.

After more silence, we finally reach the
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