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... statue, already losing track of time.
The room was quiet except for the low hum of the heater and the soft, uneven sound of Clyde’s breathing. Sweat still clung to Clyde’s hairline, even after Micah had dried it earlier. His skin looked paler than usual against the white pillow, lashes resting quietly over closed eyes, expression peaceful, as if nothing had happened.
There was only silence. And his own spiralling thoughts.
Why did he go out into the rain? Micah leaned fo ...
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