Chapter 32
Andrew I keep reminding myself that I have a life – a damn good, interesting life without her. Training, missions, my pack, my freedom, even school's life. All of it should be enough. She’s nothing. She shouldn’t take up space in my head. She shouldn’t matter. And yet… she pisses me off in ways no one else ever has, and the anger doesn’t fade – it just loops in my mind on repeat, like a stupid song you hate but can’t stop humming because the chorus is burned into your skull. Every smirk, every eye-roll, every little twitch of her face plays over and over until it’s impossible to think about anything else. She’s like static on the radio, buzzing through every channel no matter how hard I try to tune it out. And the worst part? The more I try to shove her out of my thoughts, the harder they
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