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I don’t expect Claire to choose to leave.
But when the time comes, she doesn’t hesitate. She tells Zeke she wants to leave. And I just stand there, frozen, watching it happen, my brain stumbling over itself because—what the f**k did I think she’d do? Stay? Try to drag me out with her? Fight until we both got slaughtered?
I butchered that option myself.
I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay. But now, with Claire turning away from me, refusing to even look at me, I can’t make sense of it. My chest burns. My throat goes raw. What the f**k have I done? I’ve chosen him. I’ve picked Zeke over her, over us. And the truth of that keeps cutting me.
The next three days pass in a blur of silence. Claire leaves with Zeke, and when she comes back, she’s a stranger. Her skin is a map of cut
