The Price Of The Truth

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ft click. She exhaled deeply, as if releasing the weight of her past along with it. The café around her buzzed with quiet conversations and the occasional clin

her past always left her drained, but somehow, she felt lighter-like the burden was loosing

" a deep vo

el eyes gleaming with something between amusement and curiosity. His dark brown hair was tousled just enough to

eyebrow. "Ca

thout waiting for an invitation. "I saw you sitting here all alone, looki

t her eyes for a brief second before lev

her sharp tone. "Name's Tyler," he

offee cup and took a slow sip. Tyler withdrew hi

he asked, leanin

nd tilted her head. "What

ecting her response. Then, to her annoyan

be you're just not as smo

d over his chest dramat

reached for her laptop. "And

d. "I like a

ointed look. "Then g

more in his eyes-something intrigued, almost impres

der one arm and grabbing her bag with the

. "You don't

." She turned on her heel

his gaze on her back. But she didn't looked back. She had no time for

had an odd feeling that she h