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17. Shattered Boundaries
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2024-11-01 19:00:20The door’s echoing slam lingered in the silence, a final punctuation to Luke’s fury, and the weight of the moment pressed down on Belle like an avalanche. She sat on the floor, staring blankly at the door, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Her world, once filled with the thrill and excitement of secret meetings with Noah, was now fractured into jagged pieces she didn’t know how to put back together.
Beside her, Noah sat slumped against the wall, his hand still pressed to his bloodied lip. The silence between them was thick, but it wasn’t the comfortable kind they used to share. This silence was suffocating, heavy with the reality that their secret was no longer just theirs.
Belle turned to him, her voice a shaky whisper. “Noah, are you okay?”
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