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Five days later
After that afternoon, nothing was the same again. I hardly exchanged the necessary words with Lucas during the moments with his parents; I had barely eaten. I don't want to look at him or listen to him. I want him to disappear, and I want to do it too.
I sneaked out of the house to see Sebastian. My plan is no longer the same. Now I want to believe that he can help me escape from this nightmare. I will not endure a year with Lucas, not with the fear that it gives me that he will repeat once more what happened on the yacht.
I stir the coffee over and over with the spoon until a hand stops me. When I look up there, I see Sebastian. His green eyes look at me lovingly, and I stand up and hug him with all my might.
"Sebas!" I express with relief, and his arms wrap around my waist tightly.
"Sienna, how nice to see you," he says without letting me go.
"I really needed to see you," I confess. He lets go of me to look
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