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~Dylan’s POV
I was done.
That was the clearest thought in my head as I pulled out of the school parking lot and merged onto the road. Done with Eva’s tears. Done with the scenes. Done with the way every conversation turned into a performance where I was the villain, no matter what I said or did.
Ronan had waved at me before disappearing through the school gate, his backpack bouncing against his small frame. I had waved back, forcing a smile I did not feel, then watched until he was out of sight. Only then did I let my face harden.
The car felt too quiet.
I loosened my grip on the steering wheel, then tightened it again. My jaw ached from how long I had been clenching it. My mother’s voice from earlier still echoed in my head, sharp and accusing, layered over Eva’s crying and plead
