CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXFINNLike a screen play, memories I shared with Oliver came to play in the forefront of my mind.From the moment we had met, to the time Momo, our pet cat, had died.The moment I decided baking what was I wanted to do.When Oliver had decided to be a freelancer metal forger.Each one played, intertwined with each other.To think those moments were fake, they had been carefully planned all for what?I would have gladly followed Oliver here anyway.Oliver said something, his lips moving frantically as he shook his head, panic evident in his face.I walked past him, needing to walk away."Where are you going to, Finn? You have no idea—" I ripped my forearm away from his grasp, cutting him off.Wordlessly, I trudged away from both of them.The man who I had considered my best friend was nothing but a spy.Keeping tabs on me for so long. I felt like screaming, but I couldn't.I felt like hitting something, but I wouldn't.My body felt loaded with several emotions maki
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