Third Person's POVThe wind was howling on the beach at dawn. Cassian and Trista stood side-by-side, staring out at the endless horizon.Trista looked completely unaffected, as calm as a bystander watching a movie.Cassian, however, looked like a walking corpse, his face a sickly grey as he choked back the agony rising in his throat."Let's go," Trista reminded him.When he didn't move, she didn't waste another breath. She turned and walked straight toward the helipad."Trista!"A raw roar erupted behind her. Cassian lunged forward, catching her in a crushing embrace from behind, holding her so tight it felt like he was trying to stop her from vanishing into thin air.Trista started to pull away, but Cassian buried his face in the crook of her neck. His voice was a broken, pathetic sob. "Just one last time. Please. Let me hold you one last time."He greedily inhaled the scent of her hair—the feeling of home he once owned and then personally destroyed."Memorize this scent," he told hi
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