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THE DRIVE HOME

Auteur: Tabbie Quinn
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-02 00:02:04

SELENE'S POV

The glass is cold, but I don't want to move away from it.

My forehead presses harder on the glass, like maybe the sting of it will drown out the other thing. By that, I mean the thing sitting in the center of my chest that I can't name yet and I'm not ready to.

Below, the city has no idea what's going up here. Well, not like I actually expect them to. “Wheew!”

Brake lights streak red across wet asphalt. Steam rising slow from the grates, unhurried, and completely unbothered. A cab
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