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Chapter 75

Penulis: Tiana Edwin
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It had been a week since that fleeting, charged moment with Haze. A week of unanswered questions. A week of silence. Haze has always been the constant… his teasing remarks, his quiet attentiveness, and that frustrating ability to be both protective and distant. And now, his absence was deafening. Alex's visit was pretty emotional, I never expected him to break down in front of me. His apology was sincere, at first I thought it was an act but I know when someone is being genuine and not.

I sat up in the hospital bed, staring blankly at the bouquet Haze left on the table during his last visit. It was wilting now, petals curling at the edges. I’d thought of calling him, demanding to know why he’d disappeared, but every time I reached for my phone, I stopped myself. Why did it matter so much? Why did he matter so much?

And yet, despite my growing awareness of Haze’s feelings, I couldn’t shake the gnawing ache that tethered me to Lorenzo. Even after everything… his cold demeanor, the engag
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