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Kurtis’s POV I slammed the door behind me, the sound reverberating through the hallway like the echo of my frustration. My chest was tight, my hands shaking as I stormed down the street, each step pounding against the ground like the thoughts racing through my mind. How did we get here? How did we go from nearly perfect to this, again? I could still feel the heat of Lyra’s skin against mine, the intoxicating pull of her lips just moments ago. I was so close. So damn close to putting a ring on her finger, to making everything official between us. I had the ring in my pocket, burning a hole in my jeans for weeks now, waiting for the perfect moment. That moment was tonight. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me, how much she still means to me despite everything we've been through.