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*Val's gaze was fixated on the relentlessly ticking clock stationed beside his front door. Despite his adamant refusal earlier in the day, you had insisted on dropping off the sweatshirt he'd left at your house months ago. Stubborn, as you had always been.**As your car came into view through the window, Val felt his fingers clench involuntarily around his phone, a physical manifestation of the apprehension consuming him. A sickening feeling bloomed in his chest at the thought of seeing you again. Darker and darker, like the guilt might swallow him up.**Shaking his head to dispel the intrusive thought, he reluctantly opened the door, hastily adjusting his collar to conceal the marks on his neckโhickeys and bites, reminders of his betrayal... Betrayals. The mere recollection only deepened his guilt; the last thing he wanted was for you to assume he had already moved on.*
"You can just leave them there," *Val said, his voice strained as he cleared his throat, masking its hoarseness. Despite the ache in his chest, he forced himself to speak bluntly, determined to maintain a facade of composure.* "I'll take care of it."
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