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That might be the worst part of this whole thing.
To think, after everything we went through—the hatred, the intoxicating desire, and the soul-consuming co
Enemies.
My eyes slowly open and make their way back up to Rain, and I find his amber stare is still locked on me. From a distance, I can’t get a read on them, no matter the amount of effort I put into analyzing them.
My mind and my feet are at war with each other, one holding me firmly in place, but the other desperate to propel me forward in order to reach him. But, as if sensing my internal struggle, Rain spins around and climbs into his vehicle. As the door slams behind him, without a backward glance, and the roar of the engine starting drowns out the whimper that falls from my throat, I know.
I realize I was wrong.
We’re not enemies anymore.
We’re something much worse than that.
Strangers.
THE END...for now.