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You’re Trespassing

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The name sat on Nyma’s tongue like poison, bitter as wolfsbane and just as deadly.

She hadn’t spoken it in over a year—hadn’t called him, hadn’t chased after the ghost of him.

Hadn’t dared.

But now, the past was clawing up her spine, wicked and sharp, demanding to be named.

And gods, she was so damn tired of carrying it alone.

Raina swallowed, the sound loud in the hollowed-out room. Her hands twitched at her sides like she didn't know whether to reach for Nyma or step back from her.

"Who else knows?" Raina asked, her voice paper-thin, like she was afraid the truth might tear right through her.

Nyma stilled, head tilting just slightly — a motion so small it might’ve been mistaken for nothing at all. But it wasn’t nothing. It was a storm she didn’t name.

A history she didn’t owe anyone. The name surfaced — unbidden, unwanted — coating her mouth in something sour.

How he knew. He always would. And how he didn’t matter. As he was nothing to them. Nothing worth remembering.

For a heartbea
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