Love confessed. Truth withheld. And now, someone is walks away.

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Alexander’s POV

The ceiling was nothing but a blur, a pale void in the shadows of the room, but I stared at it anyway, because looking at her felt like looking too close to the sun.

Her breathing was soft beside me, but her body wasn’t entirely still. There was a tension in her shoulders, a quiet storm beneath her skin. My hand moved instinctively, tracing idle circles along her waist, anchoring myself to her.

Then, I glanced down.

Lily’s eyes were wide open. Glistening. Not tears, more like reflection, maybe. Or regret.

I knew that look. I’d seen...