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... m.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t even blink, I think.
He just sat there, as if someone had ripped out everything inside him and left the shell.
The worst part?
I couldn’t help.
Nothing I said could fix this.
Because he wasn’t just mourning Nomi.
He was mourning everything—
His innocence.
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