The city lay subdued beneath the muted glow of streetlights, the empty streets silent save for the quiet tap of footsteps against pavement. Vivian barely felt the chill of the night, too caught up in the weight of the hoodie draped over her shoulders—unworn, yet heavier than it should have been. Her torn blouse brushed painfully against the raw skin beneath, a sharp, uncomfortable reminder of what had nearly happened—and what truly had. She clenched her jaw, determined not to dwell on it, on him, yet there she was, walking in silence beside Noah.


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