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He Came Back, I Broke Him

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 537    |    Released on: Today at 16:17

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ape wrapped the joint tightly. The dull ache was there, but he forc

ought light shields and positioned h

Buster traded kills. The round ended fast-first team won,

per rifle. He positioned himself deep in B site, scoped

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ifton fired. The sniper rifle's thunderous crac

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gap with a perfect shoulder-peek. The movemen

red, blistering hand flashed into Clif

nd hesitated. A fr

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is crosshair violently left, aim

ng spike of agony through his wri

s. He fired. The bullet grazed past Just

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off the keyboard. Sta

s own damn softness. He'd lost because h

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He Came Back, I Broke Him
He Came Back, I Broke Him
“Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back. Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status. His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout. Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him. Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones? Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.”