Chapter 69 Ivy Doesn't Know How To Lose

• IVY
• Since he arrived, there wasn’t a night I didn’t dream of tearing down that fake confidence. That way he walked like nothing was broken. Like he wasn’t made of the fragments we picked up when everything exploded. Zoe was that. Ruin disguised as destiny. And Dante, fucking stupid, crawled after her as if he still hadn’t understood that love is the slowest way to die.
• That morning, I saw him come down the stairs with wet hair, his shirt still unbuttoned, and that tired look that made him irresistible. He carried a cup of coffee in one hand and the other buried in his pocket. As always. As if he didn’t feel. As if it didn’t hurt.