Rejected by the Beta
I find myself drawn to the scene and I can feel Damien’s arm drop my waist as I walk over to the small setup.
My hand goes to pick up the book and I notice the bookmark. The weight of the book feels far too comfortable in my hand, almost as if I’ve held it multiple times before.
“A Collection of the Heart,” I read the title aloud. I look over the book but there’s no author name printed. I give Damien a strange look, “Are you reading this?”
He doesn’t smile, and for a moment, I think I see a trace of sadness in his eyes, “No. No, someone else was. A long time ago.”
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