Don't Cry
The library was quiet in the way graves are quiet. Not peaceful. Just... absent. The kind of quiet that reminded you sound had once existed here and had been deliberately removed. I sat at a table near the back, a book open in front of me that I wasn't reading, and tried to think. Okay. Options. I have options. Everyone has options. Mine are just... limited. And mostly bad. Option one: go back to Aldaine. Tell him about the resplendent behemoth and his hallway threat. Ask for protection. Ask for help. Ask for literally anything. He won't help. You saw his face. He heard Daisy's name and his soul left his body for a microsecond. He's either afraid of her, or afraid of whoever protects her, or he's part of whatever machine keeps girls like her untouchable. Going back to him is like asking
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