Sage's POV “Is your car here?” he asked, his voice low and his gaze sweeping over the rows of vehicles. He was scanning the parking lot, his eyes searching, a faint frown on his face.I followed his gaze, my hand still holding my keys. “Yeah, it’s… it’s over there,” I said, pointing a shaky finger toward my SUV, which was parked a few rows away.He nodded, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “Okay. Well, I have to go get my things. I’ll see you around.”And with that, he turned, his broad shoulders disappearing into the shadows. I watched him go, a strange, hollow feeling in my chest. He was just leaving, just walking away, and I was letting him. I had so many questions, so many things I needed to say, and I knew that if I let him go now, I might never get the answers I so desperately craved.The conflicted feeling was a familiar one, a constant tug-of-war in my heart. The rational part of me screamed for him to leave, to stay away, to let me heal. But the rest of me, the
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