Torn Between Destinies
Chapter 8 - Eight
The next morning, I woke up with the weight of the night still heavy on my chest.
I had barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Darius’s face.
He wasn’t pleading.
He wasn’t demanding.
He was just there.
Waiting.
And I hated how much I wanted to run back to him.
I sat up on my bed, the old mattress creaking under me, and stared out the window.
The sun was just rising over Thornridge, painting the trees gold.
Everything looked so peaceful, so normal.
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