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He commented, his tone flat and I let out a small humorless chuckle, before placing my floral personalized bookmark into the book and shutting it with a soft ‘thud’. “Hey, if they get you this insecure and annoyed, then they’re real enough for me.” I quipped to which Aaron huffed, folding his arms across his muscled chest. I ignored the urge to continue looking and settled my gaze on his eyes. “I wouldn’t be so ‘annoyed’ if you at least acted like you loved me more than those characters you drool over.” He grumbled out and I raised an eyebrow, placing the book on the small tea-table beside me.

I am so over him; I would rather give my time to someone else who actually wants me. Christina and I talked for a while until she said she had to go. I lay in bed, reading a new book I came across and for some dumb reason, I began to imagine me and Aaron as the main characters.

And Aaron—because we’ve apparently developed twin telepathy—has also beaten the locker-room circus and is at the door. He opens it with a bored little snort. “Pass.” “Hey! Calloway! Cobalt! Get your asses back he—” Banks starts, but the door shuts on the rest. I turn to Aaron. “Where to?” His eyes are glued to his phone. Completely absorbed. It takes him a solid minute to register I’ve asked a question. When he finally looks up, it’s for half a second. “Tessa’s going shopping,” he says, already looking back down at his screen like the message might evaporate.

I wasn’t sure if I was ready to show it to Aaron yet, but I wanted to have it with me, it felt like a bridge I could offer him. The time had come for our next visit. The counselor had told me Aaron was eager to share his story with me, a book he had been working on about a boy lost in space. I could almost feel my pulse quicken. This was a moment, a turning point. I was about to meet Aaron where he was, and this time, it wasn’t going to be through some cold, clinical sheet of paper or a session monitored by someone else. This was us.

“ Hey Benji; It’s me Aaron . If you were alive right now; I’d be your step daddy to be. I really love your mother .I know a lot of the things that have happened lately would make you question my commitment to your mom… but I need her to live. Goodness I need ; your mom, Dave , and Mary to live . I know God is listening to me and I’ve ; thanked him for your mother and your brother or sister. I know I don’t deserve anything good because of my past.This has been the most awful day .My company was bought out ; my son was shot ,my sister too was shot, Lexi got involved in a hit and run, and to be honest I am barely hanging on, and I need some sort of miracle. Your daddy saved your mommy and… “ Ou

I never expected anyone to read it the way they did. "Leon," Aaron said one evening, appearing in the kitchen doorway with his phone held out, his expression carrying an odd, unreadable mixture of confusion and something sharper underneath. "Someone just sent me a video. It's got, like, two million views. It's a fan edit. Of a book." My stomach dropped instantly. "What book," I asked, though some sick, certain part of me already knew. He turned the phone toward me, and I watched, my chest tightening with every passing second, as a slideshow of text excerpts scrolled past set to swelling music — my words, my sentences, lines I'd written at this exact table months earlier, now circulating to m

103. Brandon's POV. I’d been cooped up in my room for hours, flipping through these heavy old history books that smelled like a mix of dust and ancient ink. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I kept bothering. I’d already gone through what felt like half of my father's library, probably more, and I still hadn’t found anything useful. None of it explained what Aaron was. What he did. The powers he had. The weird smell that followed him around. Or how his body just burst into flames like it was never meant to stay in this world.

yet. Zelle stood up and put the books back where they belonged. Aaron hid somewhere she couldn't see... but Zelle knew he was in the room the whole time. “See you later, Aaron. I'll wait for your promise,” she said as she walked out of the room, leaving Aaron speechless. With his cheeks filled with warm, he stumbles and a book accidentally fell on his feet. He took it up and was ready to return it when he noticed it was his father's book.

Chapter 73 Arthur’s POV It’s been eleven hours since Damian, Monica, and Adrian were attacked. Mom is still in the clinic with Ainsley and Justin. Damian shrugs and throws the pen he's holding on the table. “This is boring.” He complains. Everyone ignores him. We know him to be trouble, doing his things recklessly. “We should be out there, searching for him. Not sitting here, reading some bunch of fucking boring books and staring at gadgets.” He stated.

Aaron said with a small smile. The two hugged, and Aaron felt better like if he had his mom by his side, everything would be okay. The Tides were all sited in their living room, each of them doing their own thoughts. Aaron was on his phone, and Antonella, through the tracker she had set in Aaron’s phone, could see all the messages he was sending. He was talking to Tasha. Dennis was scrolling through the channels on TV, and Mary was reading a novel. “What the hell, Aaron! Are you out of your mind?” She asked while looking at him as if he was a fool.