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... had ever done. Every nerve in my body screamed to turn back, to catch him before he left the room, to grab his hand and tell him that I wasn’t the monster I was pretending to be.
His face, God, his face. I could still see it when I closed my eyes. He had looked like he was about to fall apart. His eyes had been glassy, his breath coming in shallow hitches, and for a terrifying second, I saw something in him that didn’t fit the narrative I had written for us.
Noah supposedly hated ...
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