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54: Invisible

作者: Scooley
last update 公開日: 2025-10-19 11:02:22

ORTENSIA POV

I sit in the living room, my phone in my hand, staring at Vito's name displayinhbon the screen. My thumb hovers over the call button, but I can’t press it. I just keep staring, like the phone might give me the words I don’t have. "What would I even say"

My chest feels heavy. I think of texting, maybe something short, something that doesn’t sound like I care too much. But even that feels wrong. Every word I imagine sounds stupid, every emoji feels like a mistake.

I remember the way
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