Sky's POV
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I didn't go home.
I couldn't.
I ended up on the rooftop of the old music building, knees pulled to my chest, the wind stinging my cheeks the way my heart was stinging inside my chest.
"I don't hate them," I whispered to no one.
My voice trembled. Like even it didn't believe me.
"I don't…"
But then the tears came again.
Harder.
Heavier.
Like my body couldn't carry the weight of loving people who had built walls between me and the truth.
Ren.
Rain.
God, Ren.
My Ren. My big brother, my best friend. The one who knew I got scared at night and sent me stupid memes at 2 a.m. just to make me laugh. Who used to pretend he hated the cookies I made but ate ten in a row anyway.
How could I hate him?
And Rain.
The boy who never smiled unless it was at me. Who never said much, but always saved me the last strawberry macaron. Who made me feel seen in rooms full of people who didn't look twice.
Who I was madly in love with.
I sobbed into my sleeves, hiccupping now.
"I'm not mad because you're dangerous. I'm mad because you didn't trust me."
That's what it came down to, wasn't it?
Not the mafia. Not the blood. Not the fights. Not the title Ghost Emperor.
It was the fact that I wasn't someone they thought could handle it.
That I was the sunshine girl who couldn't handle a little darkness.
Maybe I wasn't.
Because it hurt.
So, so badly.
I pressed my palm to my heart like that would stop it from bleeding.
"I feel so stupid," I choked out. "So stupid."
How long had I been loving a version of Rain that didn't exist?
How long had I been trusting Ren while standing on a trapdoor?
I buried my face in my hands and let it all out. The heartbreak. The betrayal. The love that wouldn't go away. The fear that maybe, no matter how much I gave—cookies, care, affection—I'd never be enough for the truth.