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She’s crying.

My hand’s already turning the lock.

I know that sound. A knock that apologizes before you open the door. lukes pov full

Footsteps. Not heavy like Marco’s. Not quick like Jen’s. Hesitant. One-two—pause—three. The pause is hers. Always has been. She’s crying

I don’t move. The coffee’s bitter on my tongue. Cold. When did I last heat it up? Doesn’t matter. She knocks again. Softer. lukes pov full