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Chapter 92 — The Truth I Wasn’t Supposed to SeeRyder’s POVI couldn’t sleep after that night. The image of Ollie breaking down stayed with me, the way his voice cracked, the way his hands trembled when he tried to hide his face. I hadn’t meant to push him so far, but once the truth started spilling from his eyes, I couldn’t look away. Something inside me shifted. Every wall I’d built between us, every reason I gave myself to stay detached, felt useless now. I’d seen too much. I couldn’t pretend anymore.The next morning, I found myself scanning the hallways for him. He moved differently, quieter, head down, shoulders tight. Every time our eyes met, he looked away fast, as if afraid of what I might say. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to scare him off again. Still, my mind kept replaying last night, how close he’d been, how broken he’d looked, how small his world seemed in that moment.At lunch, he sat far from me. His tray was barely touched. I kept watching, pretending to talk to m

Chapter 94 — The Breaking PointRyder’s POVThe knocking echoes through my head long after it stops. I stand outside Ollie’s door, hand still raised, heart racing like I’ve done something wrong. Maybe I have. Maybe showing up was crossing a line I shouldn’t have crossed.But I can’t leave. Not after what I saw.The street behind me is quiet, only the hum of passing cars breaking the silence. A light flickers in one of the upstairs windows, faint but enough for me to see his shadow move. He’s there. Awake. Probably staring at the door, wondering if he should open it or pretend he isn’t home.I knock again, softer this time. “Ollie, it’s me.”No answer.I take a breath and lean against the doorframe. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s all.”Still nothing. A flicker of movement near the curtain tells me he heard me, but he’s not ready to talk. I understand that. I’m pushing him too far.“Alright,” I say quietly. “I’ll go. But please… don’t do anything tonight.”I wait another

Chapter 96 – What I Can’t IgnoreAfter that day in the library, everything changed between us.Ollie stopped meeting my eyes. He barely spoke to me, and when he did, his words came out sharp and short, like he wanted to cut any string still tying us together. But I couldn’t back off. Not after what I’d seen. Not after the way his voice cracked when he told me I didn’t know what I was getting into.I did know, or at least I wanted to.I started watching him more closely, quietly, trying not to draw attention. He carried himself like nothing was wrong, laughing when people made jokes, pretending to care about things he clearly didn’t. But I saw the exhaustion in his shoulders, the way his hands sometimes trembled when he thought no one was looking.At first, I thought it was just stress. Maybe school, maybe family. But the more I saw, the more I realized it was deeper than that.Ollie wasn’t just tired. He was worn down, like life had been taking little pieces of him every day, and now

Chapter 98– Almost NormalOllie’s POVThe next day came too soon. I barely slept, and when I did, I dreamed of shadows pressing against walls that wouldn’t move. I woke with the same heavy feeling sitting in my chest, the same thought looping in my mind, what did he see?I wanted to pretend nothing happened, that Ryder never found me behind the gym, never sat beside me in silence like he understood. But pretending got harder with him around. Every time our eyes met, it felt like he could read thoughts I hadn’t spoken yet.When I reached school that morning, he was already waiting by the lockers. His back was against the wall, arms folded, that unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t say anything at first, and neither did I. The hallway noise filled the space between us. Then, finally, he spoke.“You okay?”The same question again. I hated how it made me pause. I hated even more how it made me want to answer honestly.“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a small smile. “You don’t have to k

Chapter 99 – The Breaking PointOllie’s POVThe days after the argument blur together like a bad dream. I stop answering messages, ignore every knock on my door, and let the world shrink down to the size of my bedroom. The curtains stay drawn, the air heavy with silence. My phone buzzes sometimes, Ryder’s name flashes across the screen, but I can’t bring myself to read what he sends. Every vibration feels like a reminder of what I said to him, the look on his face when I accused him of pitying me.I didn’t mean it. Not exactly. But the words came out sharp and ugly because it was easier to lash out than admit how scared I was. Scared that he’d see me for what I really am, broken, messy, a walking bruise inside and out.By the third day, my mom barely notices I haven’t gone to school. She’s too busy sleeping off another hangover, the house reeking of cheap perfume and cigarettes. I try to eat, but even the thought of food makes my stomach twist. My ribs ache when I breathe, a dull remi