GIA’S POV He moved away from me.Not hurried.Not angry.Just… distant.Like something inside him had already left the room.He walked to the other side and stopped, gripping the back of a chair. His knuckles turned pale against the wood, his back facing me like a wall I wasn’t allowed to cross.The silence stretched.Thick.Uncomfortable.Unforgiving.I stood there, frozen for a moment, my fingers clutching the fabric of my shorts as if grounding myself.Gathering courage felt like gathering shattered pieces of glass—slow, painful, but necessary.I always knew this wouldn’t be easy.Being with him was never meant to be soft.Never meant to be simple.He was broken.And I… I don’t know when I decided that I wanted to fix him.Or if I even could.But I wanted to try.I wanted to share whatever it was that haunted him.Even if it meant losing pieces of myself along the way.Yet here he was… choosing distance.Choosing solitude.Choosing pain over… me.We stood there, both root
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