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75. Hunger

last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-22 05:06:32

Amara POV

The silence lingers between us, soft and fragile, like something sacred has settled into the space and neither of us dares to disturb it too quickly, and for a brief moment I allow myself to exist inside it, to breathe in something that feels dangerously close to peace, to something I have never truly had with him before, something real and unguarded and almost.. gentle.

And then it shatters.

Not with sound, not with movement, but with pain so sudden and violent it feels like
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