It happened so suddenly that I almost reached for him. But I didn’t.

He needed the space.

He took a few steps away from the ledge and stopped, running both hands through his hair. For a moment, he just stood there with his back to me.

Then he laughed quietly.

It was a bitter, broken sound.

“And the stupid thing is, I had this whole day planned in my head.”

I frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“The game.” He turned slightly to face me. “I kept thinking about this game.”

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