The streets were quiet as I walked to the basement where Nicolas and I were to meet. My nerves were frayed, and each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of everything I’d done pressing down on me. This was my last chance—my last chance to prove that my sacrifice wasn’t in vain, that I could still have him.
When I reached the basement, Nicolas was already there, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable in the dim light. He didn’t move or say anything as I walked in, just watched me with a detached curiosity that only added to my unease.
“You’re here,” I said softly, my voice trembling slightly. I tried to read his face, but there was nothing. Just the same indifferent stare.
He nodded, straightening up and crossing his arms. “What is it, Mel?”
I took a deep……
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