“What do you want?” She exhales sharply, a short laugh escaping her lips. “What do you mean?” I take another slow drag, exhaling before tilting my head at her. “I mean, what do you actually want? Out of life. Out of yourself. Out of him.” I don’t have to say Asher’s name. We both know who I’m talking about. Ari stills, her fingers tightening around the railing. “Those are loaded questions.” I chuckle. “I can handle it.” She exhales, her expression shifting, like she’s debating whether or not to give me a real answer. “I want peace.” The admission is so quiet, I almost miss it. My smirk fades
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