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Chapter Nine

Author: Violet Kingston
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-21 00:16:59

Aria pov

I stared blankly at the worn, painted wall as I made my way to the far end of my room, my feet moving on autopilot. The familiar surroundings faded into the background as my mind became a tangled web of thoughts, all fixated on one person — Xavier. My heart raced at the thought of seeing him, but how could I make that happen? Frustration bubbled inside me. I turned slowly, dragging my feet back toward my bed, my gaze fixed on the plush carpet beneath me. Each step felt heavier, the soft fibers seeming to mock my inner turmoil as they embraced my toes.

When I finally reached the bed, I collapsed onto its familiar surface, feeling the mattress envelop me like a comforting embrace. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. My shoulders slumped under the weight of uncertainty and longing. How could I reach Xavier? The question whirled through my mind like a tempest, relentless and overwhelming.

I forced myself to sit upright, determination flic
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