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Chapter 143

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Aryn

I let him go. It felt like letting go of a hot coal. I stepped back from him, whispered, “Excuse me,” and moved toward the bathroom before he could say anything more. My voice sounded small in the room.

I shut the door and turned the lock with shaking hands. For a moment I just stood there, my back to the wood, and stayed. My chest tightened until it hurt. I had no idea what to do with his words. I don't know what to do with those raw feelings he had opened up to me.

I turned the tap and let cold water run over my palms. I cupped my hands, splashed cold water on my face. It felt too cold, as least now I know that this was really reality. I liked Lorenzo, I liked the way he made me feel but just six months ago all I wanted was to live with my sister forever and stay away from this world.

I stayed in the bathroom until I could no longer hear him then I unlocked the door and stepped out.

The hall felt a little different. As I walked downstairs, the maids bowed to me, their heads dip
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