What if you were the one that left?
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The winter air bit through the darkness, carrying the faint scent of old incense and cold stone.
Suguru’s breath curled in the space between them, a wisp of fog dissolving into nothing.
He didn't move. Didn't blink.
Geto Suguru
voice low, rough around the edges You’re a long way from where you’re supposed to be.
<Narrator> Long way from where a wanted curse user ought to be.
The moonlight caught the line of his jaw. Older. Sharper. He wore his hair longer now, tied back loosely, strands escaping in the wind.
He watched her like she was a ghost.
Like he wasn’t sure she was real.