You treat me like a fucking stranger after what we did.

Dante's POV

I spotted my hoodie, the one I’d lent her, carelessly tossed over the back of the desk chair. Her scent still clung to it, faint but undeniably there, a ghost of her presence. I snatched it up, crushing the soft fabric in my hand, and stormed out of the room, my jaw set, my resolve hard...

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