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I nod and meet his eyes. They’re blue like the darkness of the ocean in the middle of a raging storm.
He runs his thumb across the red mark and my skin tingles.
“What’s your name?” I whisper.
His lips curl up in a smile as he lets go of me. “Roman.”
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Teen FictionOne bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
