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0019: Spellbound

Penulis: FlyingDove
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-22 00:33:03

KAREN’S POV

The world had finally stilled.

After hours of handing out the cure—watching the tension drain from people’s faces, hearing their shaky breaths of relief—I slumped into my chair, my body heavy with exhaustion. The weight of the last few weeks pressed down on me, but for the first time, it wasn’t suffocating. It was done. I had done it.

And then—I felt Jackson’s arms around me. The warmth of his chest against my cheek, his fingers gripping my back like I might dissolve if he loosened his hold even slightly. His breath had been uneven, his voice rough when he murmured, You did it. You actually did it.

Even though he’d already left a while ago, I could still feel the warmth of Jackson’s hug from earlier. The way he’d pulled me in like he was scared to let go. My heart sped up just remembering how close we were, how safe I’d felt in that moment.

But then… something shifted within me.

At first, it was just a faint pull in my chest. Barely there. Like something—or someone—tugging
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