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XVI

Penulis: Maya East
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-12-31 17:30:03
I exited the bathroom quickly, trying to ignore the heavy feeling that hung in my chest after the conversation with Mikaela. When I arrived at the main hall, Julian walked straight up to me, his expression full of curiosity.

"Belva, are you okay?" he asked, but before I could answer, he continued, "You look like you just talked to a ghost."

I almost laughed bitterly. It’s a ghost of the past that wouldn't leave.

"I want to go home," I said, cutting off whatever else he wanted to say.

Julian looked surprised for a moment, but he soon nodded. "Alright. If you want to go home, let's go home."

Without another word, I followed him outside. An incredible night breeze greeted us as we walked to the car. I let out a long breath, trying to calm my chaotic mind.

Once we were seated in the car, Julian started talking.

"You know, parties like this are always full of little dramas," he said as he turned the steering wheel, heading down the deserted streets. "People making small talk, pretending to
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