The room was quiet. Quiet enough that I could hear the tick of the ancient clock on the wall and the panicked thrum of my heart.Enzo moved closer, his step slow, almost uncertain, as if he feared I'd disappear if he reached for me too fast. His hand came up, calloused fingers stroking against my face.One tear escaped, running hot down my skin.He caught it with his thumb, his jaw clenching, and then—without speaking—closed his eyes.Our foreheads touched, the pressure of his presence bearing down on me, rooting me. His breath mixed with mine, hot and ragged. I could sense the strain in him, the tempest he bore in his chest, and yet there in that instant all that was present was this tenuous closeness.I didn't breathe. Couldn't."Evelyn…" His voice barely audible, a whisper, rough and strained.I should've stepped back. I should've yelled at him again for all the lies he'd told me. But I did nothing. I just let the quiet eat us alive, let his closeness ease the pain gouging through
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