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Chapter 41: Space

Author: Invincible Pen
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I didn’t sleep.

Not really.

Travian stayed with me on the couch all night, his arm a warm band around my shoulders, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. He held me like I was something fragile—already cracked, already slipping through his fingers. And maybe I was. Maybe that’s why I didn’t push him away. Why I stayed still, curled up against him, my body betraying me with how naturally it leaned into his warmth. I didn’t speak. I didn’t cry again. I just sat there—numb, hollowed out, my limbs heavy and slow, my mind lost in an echo chamber of pain. My body curled into his like instinct, even when everything inside me was screaming not to trust him.

Because he kissed her.

Tessa.

His ex.

The memory tore through me like glass. Jagged. Sharp. Impossible to ignore. Her hands in his hair. His lips on hers. The intimacy of it. The ease. The way he didn’t push her away fast enough. The way his eyes met mine after, wide and panicked, like that made a difference. Like panic was supposed
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