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Running from the truth
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(Dylan's POV)I never imagined hearing those words once more. Not after all of it. Not after the deception and the heartache, the broken promises that had been set out before me like a bad joke. And yet there they were, tumbling from Tristan's lips, raw and desperate."Give me another chance.I had no clue what to do with that. I had no clue how to interpret the vehemence of it because all I could do was think about the last time he had talked so similarly.How he had gone about it so cavalierly, so cavalier, as if my heart—my trust—was something that could simply be returned with an apology. But I was too tired to be duped again.I couldn't suppress the bitter laugh that ripped from my lips, cutting through the space between us. "You want another chance? You had one. You had so many. And you discarded them all."I didn't even recognize my own voice. It was chill, removed. I had to make it so. I had to keep myself at arm's length, or else I was going to break.Tristan's expression eas
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(Dylan’s POV)It’s two in the morning, and I can’t get the images out of my head. The chaos. The noise. The cameras flashing. The look on Tristan’s face when he—when he said it. I still don’t know what to make of it. I’m lying there, sprawled on the couch, a glass of whiskey in my hand, but I can’t even bring myself to drink it. I’m just… still. I feel hollow, like I’ve been turned inside out.There’s a knock at the door.I groan, rubbing my eyes. Of course, there’s a knock at the door. It’s late. Too fucking late. But I know exactly who it is.Oliver.I sit up, tossing the glass on the table, before I even process the fact that I’m getting up. My brain is still too scrambled, too fucking full of the mess that has been my life these past few weeks.I open the door before he can knock again, but when I see him standing there, all I feel is exhaustion. He doesn’t look much better than I do—disheveled, a look of regret in his eyes, but there’s still that sharpness to him. That sharpnes
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I feel the intent of his words settle over me like a suffocating blanket. I don’t want to deal with this. I don’t want any part of it. I just want to be left the fuck alone.But the truth is, I’m already in it. And I’m not getting out. Not now.Not after everything.The room is too quiet after Oliver’s words. Too all sorts of weird. Too fucking much. My phone keeps buzzing on the table, screen lighting up with missed calls, messages, notifications that I already know will be a mess to deal with. But I don’t reach for it.I just stare at Oliver, because something in his expression tells me that whatever he’s about to say next? It’s worse than anything flashing across the internet right now.I swallow, my voice rough. “What do you mean, ‘do you know what Tristan’s done to himself?’”Oliver doesn’t answer right away. He just shakes his head, like he can’t believe I don’t already know. Like I should have put the pieces together. His hands drag through his hair before he exhales sharply. “
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DylanThe private jet was chilly, and so was Mr. Wolfe. He was sitting across from me, absorbed in his tasks. His gaze skimmed over his tablet, keen and intent, as if I were invisible. I had anticipated quietness, but this was stifling. Mr. Wolfe’s private jet was big and beautiful, far exceeding anything I had ever envisioned being in, yet it didn’t instill any comfort in me. The gleaming wood, leather seating, and tinted glass screamed authority and riches—two aspects that Mr. Wolfe had in spades. I sank further into my seat, observing the clouds beyond. The metropolis below vanished as we ascended. I wasn’t certain why I had come. A social gathering? A hunt in the forest? It wasn’t as though I fit into his world. It was yet another trip that he had, and here I am, his capable personal assistant. When the plane touched down, a sleek black vehicle awaited us. I followed Mr. Wolfe, clutching the documents he had given me earlier. He hadn’t uttered a word to me since we boarded t
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Dylan I closed the door behind me, my thoughts in chaos. Mr. Wolfe’s unusual actions recurred in my thoughts, yet I failed to comprehend them. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sheets, trying to push the unease away. It didn’t work. I required air. Stepping out onto the balcony, I leaned against the railing, letting the cool breeze wash over me. The forest extended downward, its dark outline merging with the horizon. Above, the sky was clear, dotted with stars that seemed impossibly bright. I stared at them, my chest tightening. The stars reminded me of another night. Five years prior, my roommate compelled me to attend a basketball game. I did not wish to attend. I did not care about sports or crowds. But he insisted, stating that it would be enjoyable, so I accompanied him. That is when I first saw him. Tristan Wolfe. He was not merely a player on the court; he was the focus of all activity. His actions were quick and exact, his demeanor authorita
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I feel the intent of his words settle over me like a suffocating blanket. I don’t want to deal with this. I don’t want any part of it. I just want to be left the fuck alone.But the truth is, I’m already in it. And I’m not getting out. Not now.Not after everything.The room is too quiet after Oliver’s words. Too all sorts of weird. Too fucking much. My phone keeps buzzing on the table, screen lighting up with missed calls, messages, notifications that I already know will be a mess to deal with. But I don’t reach for it.I just stare at Oliver, because something in his expression tells me that whatever he’s about to say next? It’s worse than anything flashing across the internet right now.I swallow, my voice rough. “What do you mean, ‘do you know what Tristan’s done to himself?’”Oliver doesn’t answer right away. He just shakes his head, like he can’t believe I don’t already know. Like I should have put the pieces together. His hands drag through his hair before he exhales sharply. “
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