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Over the past couple of months, I noticed it.

And then I put it all together.

He didn’t sleep in my bed every night.

And I didn’t sleep in his.

Ever after he would fuck me into oblivion, I noticed that he left.

Every. Single. Time.

Something else that had changed... he didn’t kiss me in public anymore.

Sure, I got those things in private.

But the rest... he didn’t do.

Our relationship... or whatever we were had started out like the brightest star in the night sky.

And then... over time... once it lost its brilliance, it lost its shine.

I was willing to fight to get that shine back... but would I be the only one fighting?

‘Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.’

– Xander’s Life Lesson.

Chapter 13

Xander

I could see it.

Sense it.

I was fucking things up.

But I didn’t know how to fix it.

Hell, if I were honest with myself... I didn’t know if I wanted to.

Because she was up high on that pedestal, she deserved to be there.

And I was nothing but the dust that marred her perfection.

Those were the thoughts that weaved in and out of my brain every time I was with her.

Why I pulled away at times?

Why I let her go at other times?

My hands were dirty.

Covered in blood.

My soul was tarnished.

My heart?

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