She Needed Help
Sebastian's POV “I’m not…” The machine beeped red, sharp and unforgiving, cutting through the air before she could finish her sentence. I stared at her, the sound echoing louder in my head than it should have. She slowly removed her hand from it, almost like the device had burned her, and I could see her chest heaving up and down more noticeably now. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was heavy. Thick. It sat between us like something alive, something neither of us wanted to touch. “The agreement is just one question, not two,” she said, her voice controlled, but she still didn’t look at me. Her eyes remained fixed on the table like there was something safer there than in my face. I didn’t respond immediately. I just watched her. Watched th
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