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Morana’s POV

The words came out and I heard how cruel they were and part of me wanted to take them back and the other part understood that I’d said them because they were the safest version of what I actually felt. Because the actual version was more vulnerable and I’ve already been vulnerable enough for one weekend.

“You don’t believe that.”

“I don’t know what I believe.” I said honestly.

“Yes you do.”

“Tristan—”

“You know exactly what last night was. You know it wasn’t performance. You’ve kno
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