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~Zia~

I considered all my options cautiously, biting on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, eyes following Xavier’s retreating figure out of our room.

If I’m being honest with myself, I longed to be in his arms again. This distance I’m forcing between us is a double-sided blade piercing my chest. However, I can’t let him see me cry.

For the last six years, he carried this burden on his shoulder, and seeing me weep will only add to his guilt. I need to gather myself together, for Xavier’s sake. He’s the only reason I keep a steady hold on my sanity.

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Freshly showered, still in his robe, I found Xavier with breakfast ready when I walked out of our room.