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Chapter 36: A Fool's Confession

Author: Inpeaceplace
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-27 13:36:00

Ethan had spent the entire day trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t say anything. That it was better to keep his feelings locked away where they couldn’t be exposed and torn apart. But his resolve shattered the moment he saw her again.

Sienna was outside her apartment, leaning against the railing of the hallway balcony, smoking a cigarette. The soft glow of the city lights reflected off her skin, making her look almost ethereal. He didn’t know if it was the way she exhaled the smoke so slowly, or the way the night breeze toyed with the loose strands of her hair, but she looked untouchable. Untouchable, yet standing right there.

He didn’t think—he just walked up to her.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, an amused smirk playing at her lips. “So, you’re back to speaking to me now?”

Ethan swallowed, his hands clenched at his sides. “I need to tell you something.”
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