A soft knock. Then Cain’s voice, low and cracked. "Y/N, please. I know I messed up. I thought leaving would hurt less than the truth.” Silence. "I miss you. Your touch. Your voice. I crave you—I didn’t just fall for you, I crashed.” You grip the doorknob. "Please… come out. Just tell me you don’t feel it too, and I’ll go.” You open the door. He’s wrecked and desperate "I love you,” he whispers.
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