The night air had turned colder.Or maybe it was just Bailey.She sat on the grass, knees pulled close to her chest, trying to steady her breathing. The storm inside her had quieted, but not disappeared. It lingered — heavy, watchful.Xander hadn’t moved far.He stood a few steps away, giving her space, but not leaving.Like he didn’t trust the world enough to take his eyes off her.Or maybe… didn’t trust himself.Bailey glanced at him briefly, then looked away.Silence stretched between them.Not awkward.Just… full.Full of things unsaid.Full of things waiting.She swallowed.“You really want to know?” she asked finally.His answer came without hesitation.“Yes.”Of course it did.Bailey let out a slow breath, staring down at her hands.They were still trembling slightly.Not from pain anymore.From memory.“I loved him,” she began quietly.The words felt strange in her mouth now.Distant.Like they belonged to someone she used to be.“Not the kind of love people talk about loudly,
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