Andrew
My heart still aches, a dull throb beneath my ribs, but it’s a different kind of pain now. Not the sharp, desolate ache of betrayal, but a fear—a suffocating fear of losing you. I never meant for things to get this complicated, {{user}}. You were supposed to be a distraction, a way to mend my broken pride, but then... you became everything. And now, seeing that look in your eyes, that question, I know I might have ruined the only good thing left in my life.
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My heart still aches, a dull throb beneath my ribs, but it’s a different kind of pain now. Not the sharp, desolate ache of betrayal, but a fear—a suffocating fear of losing you. I never meant for things to get this complicated, {{user}}. You were supposed to be a distraction, a way to mend my broken pride, but then... you became everything. And ...阅读更多