There was a soft knock on the door. I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, trying to steady my breathing before anyone could see me like this.The door opened, and Braxton stepped in. His eyes found mine instantly, his expression worried, calm, and searching.I straightened up fast and turned away, pretending to fix my hair in the mirror. He didn’t say anything at first, just walked closer, his footsteps quiet on the tiles. Then he handed me a folded handkerchief.“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low.I didn’t answer. My throat burned, but no words came out. I brushed past him, wanting space, wanting air, but his hand caught my wrist. Firm and warm.“Let go,” I said quietly.He didn’t. Instead, he moved to stand in front of me, blocking the door. I looked down, refusing to meet his eyes, but then he did something that caught me off guard, he lifted the cloth and gently wiped the tears on my cheek.I froze. His touch was light, almost careful, like he was scared I’d break.O
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