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What He Was Trying to Crush Down

Penulis: Jules
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-29 23:49:04

‎‎Lyra's Pov

‎He thinks if he says nothing, I will not notice. He does not understand yet what nothing means to me now.

‎I stood in the doorway, Theron across the room, both of us exhausted in a way that went all the way down to the bone, by something neither of us had words for yet. The air between us felt thick. I could feel it all through the new connection. The relief still raw from the ceremony ground, the want, the guilt he was trying to push down like it was something shameful.

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