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FOURTEEN | Hadley

Author: E.N. Rachelle
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-11 21:57:40

I’m running before the door even closes behind me.

Matthew calls my name once—sharp, low—but I keep going, heels clicking like panic across the marble floor. If I stop, I’ll start crying. If I look back, I’ll lose every shred of control I faked at that damn dinner table.

I press my back to the cool marble wall and just stand there, one hand splayed over my chest like that might steady my heart.

He almost kissed me.

I almost let him.

God. I almost wanted him to.

No—I did want him to. Which is exactly the reason I bolted like Cinderella post-curfew, minus the pumpkin carriage and talking mice.

It’s stupid how I can still feel him. His hands on my waist, his breath in my hair, the echo of his voice saying It could be our song. As if songs are promises and not landmines when you're impersonating someone else's life.

I slide down until I’m crouched, forehead pressed to my knees. What the hell am I doing?

I pull out my phone. I need air. I need space. I need to go somewhere that isn’t wrap
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