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Jessi squeezed Brianna’s hand one last time before whispering, “Come on. Let’s go inside before my mom sends a search party.”

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Brianna almost smiled. “Same time tomorrow?” Jessi squeezed Brianna’s hand one last time before

The late September wind pulled at their hair, carrying the smell of dry grass and distant rain. Brianna finally glanced back, and Jessi felt the familiar twist in her chest—that sharp, fragile thing that lived between her ribs whenever Brianna looked at her like that. Tired. Defiant. Waiting for something Jessi couldn’t name. “Same time tomorrow

Jessi didn’t say that’s not how it works . She knew Brianna knew. Instead, she reached over and took Brianna’s hand—cold, slightly trembling, nails bitten raw.

And maybe that was enough. Maybe love wasn’t about fixing the broken pieces. Maybe it was just sitting in the wreckage together, saying I’ll stay when every part of you wanted to run.

“Yeah.” Brianna laughed, short and bitter. “He’s sober again. Wants to try. Again.”