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Millie’s back

작가: November
last update 게시일: 2025-11-18 19:51:29

CALLIE'S POV

If not for Renan, I would've fallen apart years ago.

The day Millie disappeared, a part of me disappeared with her. I checked my phone every morning, afternoon, and night, waiting for a single message. Just one notification. One ping. One sign that she was still breathing somewhere in this world.

Just an "I'm alive." Or "Don't worry." Or "Soon."

But nothing came.

Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became years.

And every single year I waited, I kept texting her anyway.

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