BRYCE'S POV Words left my mouth seeing her. After two years, I never thought I could see her again. Still beautiful as the day I first met her. "Bryce, are you okay?" Diana approached me, cleaning up the broken glasses. "Yeah, I~I am fine." "Oh, my God! You're bleeding!" Diana called Jeffrey, the other bartender, to cover my shift, "Come on, Bryce! We need to clean your wound." "Sure," I glanced back at Fabe. They went to the table. "Bryce?" Diana caught me and followed my eyes. “Ye~Yes.” We went back door. Diana washed my wounds, put some antibiotic cream on them, and then wrapped them with a bandage. I was thinking of Fabe. Is she really here? "Bryce? What's wrong?" "Ha? Nothing. I was just…tired, maybe." "Do you want to go home? I can talk to Carl." "No. I'll be fine. It's boring at home." "Okay. Don't wet your hand. I will assist you at the counter," Diana put back the first aid kit. I hurried outside and searched for Fabe in the crowd, but she wasn't there. Was, am I
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