Seven Years of Mismeasured Love

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gh the haze of exhaustion. My mind raced through every int

Not Jarrod.

tro bloodline, designed to reveal the measure of true love. But I had been too proud, too blind, too terrified of my own feelings to let it function pro

nations, the way she flinched whenever Jarrod spoke of her "obsession." It all made sense now

phone case. I had dismissed it as a relic of her "obsession" with Jarrod. But i

don't care about any of you anymore. It's o

82 to 34, then to 15. The system's voice blared in my mind: "W

olted out of the apartment

ity. I ran inside the hos

, grabbing his arm

left. She said she wa

tered. "She

n't care about any of us. She

the truth now. I know about the syst

ughed harshly. "You? Alexi

n love with her. And I have been for

u're delusional. She'

e stumbled. I shielded her from your friends' cruel words. I kept her photograph. I have

d, his fist connecting with my jaw. My phon

rdening. "I am not backing

you want to comp

d. "There is only me an

," Jarrod finally admitted. "

"You took her t

id bitterly. "She's always been your

and for the first time in seven years, I stopped fighting what the numbers were trying to

ue dropping. Target may lose all emot

uld only learn hours later-was that Alexia, unconscious in

lio

ying not to forget me, even as

. And a door I was ab

e other side would