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CHAPTER 29: Too Close To The Fire

Penulis: Tee .A.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-09 18:11:04

The diner’s neon sign flickers outside like it’s on its last breath. I’ve been staring at the same cold french fry for twenty minutes, phone face down on the table like it personally betrayed me. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the same empty thread of texts I sent Nevaeh three days ago:

“Are you alive?”

“Blink twice if you need rescue.”

“Seriously, I’m about to file a missing person report with your Funko Pop as evidence.”

Nothing.

I push the plate away. The waitress, same one who’
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    The diner’s neon sign flickers outside like it’s on its last breath. I’ve been staring at the same cold french fry for twenty minutes, phone face down on the table like it personally betrayed me. No new messages. No missed calls. Just the same empty thread of texts I sent Nevaeh three days ago: “Are you alive?” “Blink twice if you need rescue.” “Seriously, I’m about to file a missing person report with your Funko Pop as evidence.” Nothing. I push the plate away. The waitress, same one who’s been here since I was sixteen, refills my coffee without asking. I murmur thanks and wrap my hands around the mug just for something warm to hold. The bell over the door jingles. I don’t need to look up to know who it is. That walk, confident, a little too swaggering, like he owns the cracked linoleum. Eldric slides into the booth across from me without asking. “You look like someone stole your last marshmallow” he remarks, stealing one of my fries. I don’t even fight him for it. “And you

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