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31 - NOT MY CIRCUS, NOT MY CLOWN - EXCEPT MAYBE IT IS

Author: Krystal Key
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-06 06:58:11

CHERYL'S POV

I woke up to a house of blessed silence.

No awkward run-ins. No tense, unsaid words hanging in the air like ghosts. No Aiden.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the relief like it was freshly brewed coffee. The air had been thick ever since last night—ever since I dropped the bomb that I was moving out. If tension could be bottled and sold, our apartment could’ve been a freaking factory.

And let’s not talk about the fact that after I thought he had disappeared into his room—with that blonde he dragged home—I had gotten up for a glass of water and almost face-planted into him in the dimly lit kitchen.

Talk about bad luck.

There we were, standing in a painfully awkward silence. Him, grabbing a juice carton. Me, clutching my glass of water like it was my emotional support beverage. I could barely meet his eyes, and he didn’t even try to say something stupid, which somehow made it worse. I should have just abandoned the water and walked right out, but nooo, I stood there, like an
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