It was time for me to leave, but he just sat there, staring at me—like he was waiting for something sweet, something soft. A thank you, maybe? A smile? Too bad all I could think about was him beating his own brother to a pulp. Yeah, real heartwarming. My stomach twisted just remembering it. How was I supposed to say anything nice when every time I looked at him, all I saw was blood on his hands?
Noah Allen (Professor)
Can we meet again??
He looked wrecked—his eyes hollow, struggling to focus, his whole body weak, like he had lost something he could never get back. It was the kind of pain that stripped a person bare, leaving only the ruins of what they used to be. And despite everything, despite the fear and the anger I held toward him… seeing him like that hurt. Just a little. And I hated that it did
I gathered my strength, still battling the war inside me. Every part of me screamed to stay silent, to walk away, but somehow, I forced the words out
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