Dos’s Point of View
“June, please… don’t leave me.”
My voice broke as I clung to her like she was the last breath of air in my lungs. My arms tightened around her waist, refusing to let go, refusing to accept the truth I already feared.
But June just stood there, her body rigid, her eyes colder than I had ever seen them. She didn’t fight me. She didn’t hug me back. She didn’t even flinch.
She simply stared at me with that blank, unfeeling gaze—like I was nothing.
“Please… I know I messed up. I know I hurt you,” I whispered desperately, my throat tightening with every word. “But I’ll do anything, June. Anything. Just tell me what to do. I’ll crawl on my knees if I have to, I’ll tear myself apart if that’s what it takes—just don’t walk away from me. Please… don’t leave me.”
Still, sile
