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0024: LAUNDRY ROOM

Author: Ink Hashira
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-22 00:35:55

LUCA’S POV

The silence was eating at me, slow and steady.

These past days, June had put up some kind of barrier I could not see but felt every time I breathed. She would vanish from a room the second I walked in, or she would answer me with quick, careful words, always looking past my shoulder like eye contact might shatter her. She was there all the time, moving through the house, but unreachable. Like trying to hold smoke.

What was going on with her? Was it because of the kiss? That did not add up. The kiss in the kitchen had felt real. More real than anything else between us ever had. We had both wanted it, needed it even.

So why treat me like I had forced something on her? Did Franklin say something? Adrian? My head kept spinning through worse and worse ideas. The uncertainty sat heavy in my stomach, twisting a little tighter every hour.

I watched her anyway. I could not help it. She moved like someone carrying too much weight, polite and distant. A quiet “could you hand me the sa
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