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Volume 2, Chapter 75 – Left in the Silence.
The room was too quiet.
Too empty.
Vincent sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door like it might open again. Like Zane might walk back in and pick up where they left off.
But he didn't.
Vincent had pushed him away.
And this time—this time—Zane had let him go.
His hands curled into fists against his thighs, tension coiling tight in his chest. His heartbeat was too loud in his ears, each pulse a sharp reminder that something had just changed.
That he had let it change.
The words were still stuck in his throat, the ones he hadn't said. The ones he had wanted to say but couldn't force past the fear.
And now?
Now, they were useless.
Cain's voice broke through the silence. "You really are an idiot."
Vincent exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "Not now, Cain."
"No, exactly now." Cain's tone was sharp, cutting. "Because you just let the one person who gives a damn about you walk out that door, and for what? Because you're too scared to admit you want him?"
Vincent's jaw tightened. "I didn't ask for your opinion."
Cain let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, well, too bad. Because I've been watching this whole mess unfold, and honestly? I'm sick of it."
Vincent shot him a glare. "Then stay out of it."
Cain scoffed. "Can't. Because whether you like it or not, I actually care about what happens to you." His eyes burned with something unreadable. "And I know damn well that you care about what happens to him."
Vincent inhaled sharply. "Cain—"
"No. You don't get to shut me up," Cain said. "You don't get to pretend this doesn't matter. Because it does. And if you don't stop running, you're going to lose something that actually means something."
Vincent looked away.
Because that—that was the part that scared him the most.
Cain sighed, shaking his head. "You don't get it, do you?" His voice was quieter now. "Zane's been fighting for you this whole damn time. But if you keep making him fight alone? Eventually, he's going to stop."
Vincent's breath hitched.
Because that—that was the part he couldn't handle.
The idea of Zane giving up.
The idea of Zane not being there.
Cain didn't wait for a response. He just exhaled sharply and headed for the door, pausing only once.
"Figure your shit out, Vincent," he said, voice unreadable. "Before it's too late."
Then he was gone.
Leaving Vincent alone with nothing but the weight of his own thoughts.
The weight of wanting.
The weight of knowing—
If he didn't do something soon, he was going to lose the only thing that had ever mattered.
And that?
That was something he couldn't let happen.
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