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82: What Comes Next?
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2025-03-06 11:45:24Beatrice’s POV
Despite his obvious irritation, Nitta listened. His lips pressed together in something that almost resembled a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. As he walked toward the door, he shot me one last look, as if asking if I was okay. I barely managed to return it before he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
“Are you alright?” Ryuu asked, his tone unreadable.
“You keep asking me that,” I muttered, my voice hoarse. The letter slipped from my fingers, drifting to the carpet between us.
“Am I not allowed to worry?” His exhale was heavy. “You’re crying.”
I wiped my face quickly, feeling stupid. Of
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