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Chapter 9: Casper

作者: Clara’s Pen
last update publish date: 2026-06-03 16:17:07

DAISY ♡

Two days of the coffee on the counter and the careful kitchen choreography and the silence that had taken up permanent residence in the apartment like a guest nobody had invited but nobody knew how to ask to leave. Two days of doing the right thing and feeling it in my chest like a low persistent ache that would not fully resolve.

On the third evening I picked up my phone.

Not for him. I want to be clear about that. I picked up my phone because I was a person with a life outside this ap
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