Ashley
I found Zach on the terrace, away from the party lights, his silhouette sharp against the darkening sky.
He stood with his back to me, one hand gripping the stone railing so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Even from behind, I could read the language of his body, coiled tension, barely contained fury, a man at war with himself.
"Zach." My voice came out soft, pleading. "Please, just listen to me."
He didn't turn around immediately. For a long moment, there was only the sound of the party beneath us.
When he finally turned to face me, my breath caught. I'd never seen him look quite like this before so raw, so devastated, as if someone had stripped away every layer of happiness from him.
The way he looked at me, raw, wounded, like I'd carved out his heart with my hand.
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