POV: HazelSTUDYI got dressed and went downstairs.Not because I was hungry. I just could not sit in that room anymore, in that mirror, in that colour. I pulled on a loose shirt and trousers, tied my hair back, locked my phone screen on that message, and went downstairs.Kaden was already at the dining table.He had not waited. He never waited. A plate had been set for me at the opposite end and I sat down and reached for the water and told myself this was fine. This was just dinner. "How was the trip?" I asked.He had been in Black City for four days. Four days of me in that house alone, eating meals I did not taste, sleeping on my side of a bed that felt no different whether he was in it or not."Nothing you need to worry about," he said.He did not look up.I set my glass down carefully.That sentence. That specific sentence, in that specific tone, delivered to the top of his plate. He had said it so many times over the past year that I had stopped registering it as a response an
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