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A Mess I Shouldn’t Care About

Penulis: B Wynter
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-20 21:06:05

Chapter 13

Jonathan’s POV

I sit on the floor, staring at her.

The room is too quiet. The only sound is her shallow breathing. Her head is bowed, her arms tight around her middle like she’s holding herself together.

I should have walked away the moment I saw her lying on that road. I should’ve let someone else deal with it. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My body moved before I thought. And now she’s here, sitting like a ghost, she stays too quiet and still, making me feel things I don’t want to feel.

I drag a hand through my hair. My chest is tight, and it pisses me off.

I told myself I’d stopped. Told myself I wouldn’t care anymore. I wasn’t going to feel guilty. I wasn’t going to think about her. I wasn’t going to give a damn. But no matter how many times I told myself that, it didn’t stick.

Even when I wasn’t looking for her, my eyes found her. Even when I wasn’t thinking about her, she crept into my head. I called it hate. I told myself that’s all it was. But now, staring at the bruises
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