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... ed his hands into his pockets as he walked, head down, replaying everything Kian said... and everything he didn’t.
The ache wasn’t sharp. Just dull and lingering, like a memory you don’t know how to let go of.
When he stepped into the dorm, the lights were dim. The quiet was the kind that didn’t feel empty—it felt lived in. Safe. Familiar.
"Noel?" he called out gently, dropping his keys onto the desk.
No answer.
He glanced around, noticed Noel’s shoes by t ...
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