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There’s no argument.
No resistance.
No distance.
Just—
Understanding.
“We don’t split again,” I say.
Not a suggestion.
Not this time.
A line.
Drawn.
Mila
I should argue.
I should push back.
I should—
I don’t.
Because now I get it.
Now I see it.
This isn’t just about survival anymore.
It’s about who we can trust.
And right now?
That list is very short.
“…fine,” I say.
He watches me.
Suspicious.
Like he’s waiting for the catch.
There isn’t one.
Not this time.
“We stay together,” I add.
His shoulders relax.
Just slightly.
