Scorched
Your little games won't work on me.
His words didn't stir even the faintest emotion in me.
My feelings for him had been worn down to nothing after countless moments of heartache.
I couldn't care less about his doubts, his anger, or anything else. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger now.
"I told you to wait several years—"
Tristan followed me, reaching out to grab my arm. But Leon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and placed me behind him. He coldly interrupted Tristan, saying, "Wait for you? Who do you think you are?"
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