Broken Wings
“I love you, Raven. You know that, right? Everything I do, it’s because of how deep I feel for you. I get jealous, yeah—but it’s only because you mean everything to me.”
She swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry,” he said, brushing his fingers against her cheek where the bruise was still tender. “I hate seeing you hurt. But you make me crazy sometimes, baby.”
He leaned forward, pressed a kiss on her lips.
She didn’t pull away.
But she didn’t kiss him back, either.
She just sat there, silent and still, trying to make herself small enough to disappear.
…
The dressing room was quiet—rare and unsettling. The usual hum of laughter, heels clicking on tile, and perfume-sweet banter had faded. The other girls
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