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... s. No outside world. Just me, a pile of blankets, and the crushing weight of humiliation.
That slap from Rhys wasn’t just a blow to the face. In so many ways, it was a slap across my entire life—one steeped in desperation, delusion, and pathetic longing. It forced me awake. It made me look back on everything I’d ever done to make him notice me, everything I’d done for a fantasy called "us" that had never truly existed.
God, where do I even begin?
Like the time he casually ...
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