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Chapter Twenty: What I Almost Said

Penulis: E.J
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-07 00:13:11

MIRA POV

He was still looking at her.

I am asking you to trust me. Four words and they were still in the air between us, still doing what they were doing to the inside of my chest, and he was waiting. Not impatiently. Just the way he always waited, giving the space and meaning it.

I opened my mouth.

The words were right there. Five years of them, right there, right behind my teeth, and I knew exactly how they started. I know you. I know you the way a person knows someone they have lived alongsi
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