I was tired of hiding, not the kind of tired that a few hours of sleep could fix. This one lived in my bones โ an exhaustion that came from pretending too long, from swallowing my name, my anger, my story. Every disguise, every whisper, every fake smile had been another layer of suffocation and I was done. The sweatshirt on my back wasnโt even mine, but it carried the scent of smoke and distance, a reminder of how far Iโd run. My hair, finally loose, tangled in the wind. The chill of dawn stung my skin, but I let it. It reminded me I was still alive.Behind me, I heard Lucasโs footsteps before he even spoke. He always had this way of filling the silence, not loud, not clumsy, but steady, like someone trying to anchor you whether you wanted it or not. โAva,โ he said, his voice quiet but edged. โYouโre not thinking this through.โ โIโve done enough thinking,โ I replied without turning. โIt never helped anyway.โ He sighed, that same exasperated breath he
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