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~Velma’s POV
My chest was tight like something heavy was sitting there. I did not know what to do. I did not know where to turn. All I knew was that I did not want to see Dylan. Not now. Not ever again. And yet, he was there, pushing his way into my life like the past had every right to return.
I walked to the window and stared outside, but my mind was nowhere near the street below. My thoughts kept circling back to him. To the way he kept trying. The calls. The messages. It made me feel trapped, like the ground under my feet was no longer solid.
“I cannot do this,” I whispered to myself.
That was when it became clear. I needed to leave. I needed to go back to Theron. Back to the place where I felt safe. Back to the life that did not ask me to reopen wounds I had spent years closin
