“By then I’d already made myself the villain. It felt cleaner, somehow, to leave it broken than to come back and see if it could be fixed.”

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“I thought he might come in late, like always. Half-drunk and grinning. Jacket inside out.”

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The lilies are too strong. The chape

He wanted to be noticed. He wanted to matter.

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It’s late in the day, and the lecture hall is nearly empty—except for Marco and t

“I should’ve deleted it,” he admitted, low and hollow. “I should’ve known better. I just...”

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Ransom Hound never planned t

“You know, you could at least pretend to be impressed. I don’t do charity cases often.”

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At a party thrown by the n

Everyone in the band knew what it meant when someone called after midnight. Nothing good ever followed the buzz of that line.

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Qu

He didn’t know how to be safe. He didn’t know how to be clean. But he did know how to love. That part was easy.

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Sky never though

“It’s binding, if you accept it. But if not... I’ll just ask again tomorrow. And the next night. And the next. Until the stars agree with me.”

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He wanted to tell them he watched the way they looked at the stars. That he remembered every sticker on their lighter. That their laugh made the whole room feel easier to breat

They looked like summer. Like warmth. Like trouble. Fucking trouble.

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Backstage haze, hearts racing, laughter echoing off

The story begins with Sky falling in love.

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Sky is the kind of person who feels like a dream you almost remember—glitter-