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She wasn’t alone

I was taking harsh, ragged breaths, using all of s

I’d known it was going to be hard, but nothing could have prepared ht her ht of , what’s his naed him off Good

She ith him I knew this, because I kept tabs on her Always had But she didn’t look to be that into hilances that used to slay ular basis

Thank God for that one se, and I hated his guts with a deep and enduring passion I hadn’t been in a fight in what seee to start one with him It would just be so easy to crush hi to be put in his place

She approached our group, not avoiding me, her limp more pronounced than I’d realized

Every jerky step made my chest ache

She wore a dress the color of her eyes It caressed her curves distractingly She was as fit as she’d ever been, li out softer, less confident, than Ito the last group of people they’d beenwith

I was immeasurably relieved by this I hoped to never have to deal with hiood could co firmly fixed somewhere else, in the distance, anywhere but at me "Hello, Tristan" Her tone was firm and i

Like a new cut on an old wound One that had never scarred over, because it had never quite healed

"It’s great to see you," I told her I couldn’t seem to keep the words in "You look exquisite, as always"

She shtly "Sure," she said

That punk extricated hi to and approached her fro at her like he was besotted Of course he was

The punk didn’t deserve to kiss her fking feet

He was several inches shorter thanI could have choked the life out of him with one hand I really wanted to test out that theory

Danika touched his shoulder familiarly "Everyone, this is Andrew"