The day's activity was up, and everyone was happily getting ready, laughter bouncing across the poolside, the clatter of flip-flops on tiles, and the low hum of conversations blending with the faint scent of chlorine. I lingered in the hallway, hesitant. Swimming had never been something I fancied, but because Justin was partaking, a small stubborn part of me wanted to join in too.Even after what had happened between us in that room, he still ignored me. That sting was sharper than any bruise I carried. I hated it—hated how quickly the warmth we’d shared could dissolve into this cold nothingness, where we existed as strangers who had once been more than just friends, more than just a fleeting connection that left its mark on my skin and my heart.Standing before the mirror, I traced the bruises around my neck. One, a tiny but deep cut near my collarbone, bore the remnants of his nails, digging in with a force that seemed both violent and intimate. It hurt—not as much as I expected, j
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