Chapter 9

Pax and I parted on bad terms.

Four days before I left the country, she was hospitalized. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any more ridiculous, Nina tried to kill herself.

“She’s got serious depressive tendencies.”

“It’s just an apology.”

Pax stood before me, fingers pressed to his forehead, as if the weight of this conversation had exhausted him. The dim hospital lights cast deep shadows under his eyes–evidence of a sleepless night.

I wondered if he had spent the night here, at her bedside.

He exhaled slowly, his patience fading by the second. “Wouldn’t you?”

I stared at him, my lips curling in amusement.

An apology?

I almost laughed.

“Of course,” I said, my assent easy, almost nonchalant.

Then I walked into her room.

The place smelled sterile and artificial, like disinfectant, with a hint of metal. The monitors beeped at slow, rhythmic intervals, the only sound to break the silence.

Nina sat on the bed, her skin pale under the fluorescent light. Her hair was combed to one side, framing her delicate features and making her look almost ethereal–like a fragile thing that was almost broken.

When she saw me, her lips parted slightly.

I took a step closer and locked eyes with her.

very clearly, I

“Apologize, asshole.”

followed was

as if she really expected me to come here, lower my head,

if remembering her role, she quickly recovered–her expression changed like a curtain

glassy with tears. Her fingers clenched the hospital blanket, the

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my words hurt

admire

good at

rehearsed a thousand times before–Parks was

her shoulder, and

“Nina don’t-”

edge. Without another word. 1 turned and walked away.But

out that door

I paused

words fell between us, heavy and firm, overwhelming

looked

me, waiting,

Waiting for what?

to buckle under the pressure of

we’ve shared?

out a slow

then I smiled.

“Deal.”

what I’ve always wanted?

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