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Chapter 120: Tristan’s POV
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The wind on the rooftop was colder than I expected for noon, slicing across my face like a warning. I breathed it in anyway. I liked the cold. It reminded me that I was alive, that this moment was real, that the plan I had been weaving with such patient precision was finally unfolding in front of me. Elijah arrived right on time. I had told him earlier—soft voice, shy smile, the same one he always trusted— “Come on, man. Chinese takeout on the roof. My treat.” He believed me because people like Elijah always believe the quiet ones. The gentle ones. The ones who keep their heads down and hold doors open. He walked out of the door with damp hands, his sleeves still rolled up from cleaning. His face was bright when he saw me—until he saw the gun in my hand. His smile died instantly. Before me stood Eloise. Her entire body was shaking. Her breathing was uneven, like she was trying to keep herself from collapsing. Perfect. “J… Jibril?” Elijah whispered. “Wh
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School felt different today. Not louder. Not busier. Just… sharper. Every sound cut a little deeper. Every color looked a little brighter. Maybe that’s what happens when you know you’re seeing things for the last time—your brain starts memorizing even the useless details. The way the windows flicker with sunlight. The way paper smells when a teacher flips a page. The distant hum of the building, like it’s alive. I sat at my desk, pretending to listen, pretending to take notes, pretending to be normal. But my chest felt tight—tight in that way that meant tears were balancing right behind my eyes, waiting for the smallest excuse to spill over. I wasn’t ready to leave this life. But I didn’t have a choice. Wakeem had found me. He knew where Tristan lived. Where Alex lived. Where Marilyn slept. This time, it wasn’t a threat I could outrun. Someone would die if I stayed. So I had to go. Even if it broke everything I’d just started building. The te
