Trained Not To Love You
Not for me, but for Camila, for the promise I made to her, for everything that mattered.
As I sat in the dim, stuffy van, the reality of our situation started to settle in. That’s when I saw her—Arya. She was slumped in the corner, her face bruised, hands tied, and her spirit broken. Her eyes were filled with tears, her mouth trembling as if every breath hurt. I couldn’t believe it. What had they done to her? And why?
“Arya,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady as the weight of it all hit me. She looked up, and her eyes met mine, full of fear and sorrow.
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