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Sixteen: Wildcat
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2026-01-12 16:00:24Sixteen: Wildcat
Cecilia POV
The rom-com droned on, the bubbly heroine spilling coffee down her shirt in some clumsy meet-cute that was supposed to be charming. I barely registered it, my eyes glazing over the screen as the living room lights dimmed with the setting sun. Lillian’s kiss still warmed my cheek, her promise to return soon echoing in the empty space. The mansion felt cavernous without her laughter cutting through the quiet, the high ceilings amplifying every creak and sigh of the house settling.
I pulled my knees up, hugging a plush throw pillow against my chest, its velvety softness a poor stand-in for the comfort of actual company. Just an hour, she’d said with that reassuring squeeze of my hand. The clock on the wall ticked past forty minutes. Close enough to distract myself, I supposed.
A soft hiss filtered from the vents overhead, like t
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