#Rico’s POV#I zip the small bag with a long sigh. It’s barely got much inside—just the essentials. A shirt. Jeans. A power bank. Toothbrush. My hoodie. One I actually stole from Victor’s place months ago but never returned.The garage is still dim, just peeks of early sunlight sneaking in through the high windows, painting thin shadows across the walls. My breath fogs a little, it’s colder than usual this morning. Or maybe that’s just me.I rub my palm down my face, slowly. I didn’t sleep. Not a damn wink.I kept replaying Dorothy’s head in my lap, the way her voice shook when she said she wouldn’t stop me this time. The way I almost kissed her. And the way I didn’t. Because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to leave this morning.But I have to. Even if it kills me. I have to go.It’s not just about space. It’s about breath. I can’t breathe here. Not properly. Not when every hallway holds a memory. Not when Joel is still Joel and every damn second I spend near Dorothy I start think
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