Skips and a Stay

Noah POV

I’m at the park, the air cold and damp, my hands deep in my jacket pockets. My chest hurts, heavy and sore, since yesterday at the track. Mateo yelled, “Is she right?” and I shouted back, “No, she’s lying!” but he stormed off, believing Lena, breaking my heart. That glow, “He’s breaking fo...

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