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29. You Had No Right
Jacob's POV
Even before I turned to confirm it, I could feel the absence of her presence. It was as if an unseen tether bound us, one that grew taut and strained the moment we moved away from each other. The sensation was so tangible that it piqued my curiosity, compelling me to veer off from the group heading towards the buffet. Making sure to tread lightly, I slipped back into the club unnoticed.
The decision to sit next to her on the bus hadn't been a conscious one. With plenty of space and numerous empty rows, I could have chosen any seat. Yet, I found myself drawn to her. Her quiet demeanor, her closed eyes, and the subtle furrow of her brows suggested a turmoil that resonated with me.
I recognized that look - it was the same one I saw in my reflection on the days I felt overwhelmed. As I took my seat next to her, I hoped my silent presence might offer some kind of support. When she fell asleep, her head lolling in a way that looked uncomfortable, I quietly
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