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When he pulls up to my house, the engine quiets, but neither of us makes a move to get out right away. The moment stretches and just when I think Jake might say something, He opens his door and steps out. Without a word, he walks to the back of the truck and carefully pulls my bike off.“Here,” he says while he places the bike down. “Your bike.”“Thanks,” I say, my voice a little more distant than I intended. I take the bike from him and head to the garage, the weight of the day still hanging heavily on my shoulders. I step into the garage and place my bike against the wall, making sure it’s safe, but the act of doing something small is hardly enough to shake off the anxiety gnawing at me.I feel Jake’s gaze burning into me while I walk back from the garage. I come to a stop, taking a breath before turning to face him.Jake stands there with a rigid posture rigid but his eyes are softer than before. There’s a hesitation in him, something almost human. It makes me feel a little less
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The engine hums to a stop, leaving us in thick silence. My hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles white as I force myself to take a breath. I can feel her sitting beside me, her presence like a weight in the air—one that suffocates and comforts me all at once. I should say something. Anything. But I don’t.Instead, I shove the door open and step out into the cool night. My boots hit the ground with more force than I intend, the sound breaking the stillness. I don’t look back as I head to the truck bed. I lower her bike carefully with automatic movements.“Here,” I mutter, placing it down more gently than she probably deserves. “Your bike.”“Thanks.” Her voice is distant, detached, and it cuts through me sharper than any knife. She takes the bike and heads toward the garage without looking at me. I watch her retreat, torn between wanting to follow and wanting to get as far away from her as possible.I hate her.I hate her for the blood on her hands. For the four pack members I’ll ne
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