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Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

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I said flatly. She blinked in surprise, hesitated for a moment, then took the box. I stood, inhaled deeply, and said, "You love him, don't you? Then hold on tight." A confident smile curved her lips. "Of course." She quickly scribbled her name, tied it with his, and buried the two together. I said nothing more and walked away, oddly numb. Before leaving campus, I decided to stop by the library for a few books. One title caught my eye, something philosophical yet comforting, and I found myself absorbed in it.

Trevor's POV Every time Lena walked past me, it felt like all the air had been knocked out of my lungs. She had the sluttiest curves to ever exist, like she was technically drawn out of a fucking manga. Her face, however, was the most innocent thing in the world. She had big, round brown eyes that thinned slightly when she smiled and her voice was the most seductive thing I've ever heard in my life. I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me.

Mandy's voice wouldn't stop ringing in his head. "How do you even deserve—how do you deserve..." His hands trembled as he covered his face. The cold sank in, choking off whatever was left of his voice. He didn't. He never did. *** It was my first time in Amiraka, and everything felt off. Thankfully, an old friend was at the same grad school. He helped me land a rental—small, but cozy enough to feel like mine. Classes, late nights at the library, killer views, and food that actually tasted like joy—life was finally good.

“We should get Sophina a present. A little something she wants should cheer her up.” Anna’s comment made August stop for a second. It dawned on him that he had never given Sophina anything in the years they had been together. Even the earrings were just a freebie thrown in with Anna’s necklace. He had made a mistake right from the start. His mind kept circling for answers, and all that came up was Anna’s preferences. Anna liked her eggs sunny side up and stayed away from boiled eggs. She loved all things shiny, but silver would trigger a rash.

He just reached out, his large hand covering her smaller one, holding on tightly as the afternoon light began to change, casting long, dark shadows across the books on the shelves. Evelyn looked down at their joined hands, the weight of the choice pressing heavily against her chest. She didn't pull away, but she didn't promise him the future either. They simply sat together in the quiet room, two people trapped in a hundred-day countdown that was moving far too fast.

The crowd surged forward, grabbing the reports. They read—then froze. Shock hit all at once, spreading across their faces. Every single report said the same thing in bold black letters— [not biologically related.]

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He gently ran his fingers through my hair as he spoke. After we'd returned to Lutheria, Aaron and I bought a big house and took Mom and Dad over to stay with us.