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Almost Truth

Auteur: Elizabeth_reads
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-25 23:21:50

Elena POV

I didn’t plan to see him. I’d been avoiding him without even thinking about it most days. Taking longer routes through the house, staying in the parts of the mansion I knew he rarely went to. Little things. Stupid things. But they helped.

And the worst part? He was doing the same thing.

That made it easier… and somehow so much worse. Because it wasn’t just me being stubborn or dramatic or whatever excuse I kept telling myself. It was both of us choosing this distance. Both of us wa
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