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SIXTY THREE
LILY’s POV
“A strong person is not the one who doesn’t cry. A strong person is one who is quiet and sheds tears for a moment and then picks up the sword and fights again.” - Unknown
I stare at Kane’s unconscious form, gently stroking his fingers as I lay my head on his bed.
“Please, wake up Kane. I need you.”
But of course, he doesn’t. This isn’t like some movies where the male lead wakes up, kisses his beloved and they live happily ever after. This is real…and I hate it.
The door to Kane’s private room opens and I do not have to turn to know who it is.
“Lily.” It is Ian. He is here to pick me up.
I sit up and give Kane a peck on his forehead but he does not stir. Sighing, I stand up and straighten my blouse.
Then I turn to face Ian and say, “Let’s go.”
I need to see Rose. I have an inkling she was
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