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She stared at me with wide eyes as though she couldn’t figure out if she was dreaming or not.

“Can you not hurt me like this?” I asked, and she let out a shaky breath, reaching out to touch the side of my face with a trembling hand.

“How can you still want me after everything that has happened between us?” Arya brushed my hair away from my face, her touch calming the raging storm inside of me.

“I’ve lived in a shell for so long, I grew ...