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Chapter Twenty-Four

Author: L.A.B
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-06 00:26:40

I shrug a little at Erik's question about if I'd come here for that other boy, picking up one of the orbs from my plate. I pop it in my mouth and am so happy I trusted him enough to try it. It popped like a grape, with a firm skin and a juicy middle, but it tasted like... cotton candy? Like cotton candy but fresher, not quite as artificially sweet. It filled my mouth and made my tongue water for more once it was gone.

"Why?" I examine his face as he asks me to explain myself. It looks pinched, uncomfortable. He seemed genuinely upset that I hadn't been pining after him all these years. But it honestly wasn't like a, "got rejected by a girl so I broke into her therapist's office and stole her session notes to post on social media." It was more like I had hurt his feelings. LIke he was... sad. Why does that make me feel guilty? It's not my fault I felt nothing for him.

I'm quiet for a moment while I eat another orb. "I wanted to know who he was at first, and then it was about saving hi
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