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Third Person's POV
Adrien pushed himself away from the counter, exhaling deeply, as if releasing a bit of the tightness in his shoulders. His mind was a jumbled mess cluttered with unsettling memories he was trying, but failing, to banish and all he craved was the comfort of his room, a dark and quiet place where he could pretend everything was fine.
He barely took two steps before his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A sharp, intrusive vibration.
He paused, pulling it out, hoping for something boring. Maybe a text from Dad checking if he was back home. Or just a random group chat notification.
But dread washed over him as he saw the name lighting up the screen.
Vanessa.
Again.
