11 parts Ongoing MatureWhat's more dangerous-the boy who wrecked her or the man he's become? He's back, dragging their past with him, turning everything she built to ash. Hatred is easy. Walking away? Impossible.
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Damn him.
Damn him for looking at me like that.
For touching me like that.
For acting as though he cared, when his actions and words spoke volumes to the contrary.
I stop walking.
The silence between us stretches, pulling tight, thrumming with something I refuse to name.
I turn my head, just enough to catch the shape of him in the dying light.
He's still standing there, still watching, like he's waiting.
I force my voice to stay steady, to cut through the distance between us with all the venom I have left. "I hate you, Skepta Aldridge."