The moment I step out of the bedroom, I feel it—this restless energy clawing at my chest. The air outside is cooler, quieter, but it doesn’t calm me. It just makes me more aware of the storm inside me.
Jace Bennett (ML)
*What am I even doing? Walking away? Giving her space? As if that’s going to make anything better.*
I run a hand down my face, exhaling sharply. My feet move on their own, leading me to the study room. The dim light from the city filters through the large windows, casting long shadows across the desk. I pour myself a drink, watching the amber liquid swirl in the glass before taking a slow sip.
Comments
Birdiee
why is there only one work of yours authy😭😭
2025-03-25
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Wolfie
Handle it somewhat gently broo..or does the word gentle is not in your dictionary 🤨
2025-03-25
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siaana
He is getting obsessed day by day 💀
2025-03-25
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