Chapter 3

By the time Pax returned, the night was deep, and 1 had long since gone to bed.

He moved carefully, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss to my forehead.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, in a voice so low I almost thought I imagined it, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

The words barely reached my ears, but they lingered, unsettling something in my chest.

He washed up quickly, the quiet rustling of water and fabric filling the tiny room. Then, with the same cautiousness, he slipped into bed beside me.

Our bed was cheap and rickety–just shifting slightly made the frame creak. I turned onto my side, careful not to

wake him.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting pale shadows across the walls.

I glanced up.

Pax was already asleep. His face was calm, his features relaxed in a way they never were when he was awake.

phone, my fingers moving instinctively

without hesitation.

Nina was back.

had rushed out tonight–was to

the group chat, his friends were already having

see how Pax gets out of this

you’re still going back to that shabby little apartment

with her yet? Damn,

reply was

“Fuck off.”

a message from

heard you’ve been seeing someone these past two

read it

Love, Seven Minutes!

Chapter 3

didn’t reply.

Two years.

it had been that

For over se

and I had shared this tiny, suffocating

with nothing to rely on but each other,

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