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CHAPTER 40: Triggered Shadows.

Penulis: Daisy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-23 21:40:04

ALESSA’S POV

The moment I stepped out of the car, the night air hit me like a slap across the face, cold, sharp, and unwelcome.

It clung to my skin like a warning, but I barely felt it. My legs moved on their own, taking slow, deliberate steps away from the vehicle like it was infected, like staying any closer would make me implode.

I wanted distance, distance from him, from his voice, from the way his carelessness had dragged me back into the one place I had buried deep inside myself.

The moment he drove past me, my knees gave out.

The world dipped sideways. I stumbled forward, crashing to the ground without grace or sound. Pain bloomed through my kneecaps where they met the rough gravel, but I didn’t react.

I was somewhere else now. Not here. Not tonight.

Seven years ago.

I was fifteen. Small. Quiet. Naïve enough to believe that what we had was real, me and Michael.

Until he decided to make a joke out of me. Right there in the cafeteria. He’d laughed, loud and cruel, dragging m
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