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I woke up in the hospital and confirmed with the system that, if I died here, I could finally go home. Once I had my answer, I made my way toward the window.
My room was on a high floor, high enough to make the jump fatal.
I opened the window and threw myself forward.
As the wind roared past my ears, stinging against my skin, I felt no fear–only an intense, bittersweet relief, Just a little further, and I’d be back home, back to a place where I was truly loved. I closed my eyes, calm and ready.
But a moment later, the sensation of falling stopped.
My arm was yanked sharply, the force ripping through my muscles, pain radiating from my shoulder into my chest.
I opened my eyes, feeling as if my arm had nearly broken. The one holding me was Ethan Carrington, Adrian’s half–brother.
I looked up at the sweaty, panicked boy and spoke calmly,
“Let go.”
Ethan gritted his teeth and pulled harder, putting every ounce of strength into hoisting me up.
11:11 AM
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“Seriously? All because my brother didn’t choose you, you’re doing something this stupid? What’s going on in that head of yours?”
With effort, I began prying his fingers off, one by one.
“Ethan, my death would suit you perfectly, so just let go.”
