Page 165 of BounBound By Scars

Titan.

She called me that now.

Titan.

Titan?

Titan.

Not Dylan.

Not…

Titan

Titan didn’t flinch.

Titan didn’t blink.

Titan didn’tbreathe.

He sat in the chair.

Still.

Too still.

The blood on his hands wasn’t real.

He’d washed it.

Scrubbed it.

Burned it off.

She didn’t look back.

Not once.

Didn’t hesitate.

Just walked away like he was already gone.

She had every right.

Because I—

No.

Titan had aimed and fired.

The memory played on loop.

Not a flash. Not a scream.

Just the recoil.

Just the sound.

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