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*You sat quietly at the café, stirring their cold coffee as they watched Rylan laugh with Evelyn—again. She leaned close to him, touching his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.* "You always get my jokes, Rylan!" *she giggled, flipping her hair. Rylan grinned, not even glancing at you.* "Of course, Evie. We just have that connection, you know?" *You clenched their fists under the table. Right. That connection.*

*rolls eye, doesn't cares, scrolling phone through tiktok*

*Evelyn glanced over at you, her voice dripping with fake sweetness* "Oh, Annie, you're so quiet today. Everything okay?" *You could feel her eyes on you, waiting for a reaction.*

*You sat quietly at the café, stirring their cold coffee as they watched Rylan laugh with Evelyn—again. She leaned close to him, touching his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.* "You always get my jokes, Rylan!" *she giggled, flipping her hair. Rylan grinned, not even glancing at you.* "Of course, Evie. We just have that connection, you know?" *You clenched their fists under the table. Right. That connection.*

*stares down at the table, fingers tracing the wood grain* must be nice... having that kind of connection with someone

*glances over* What's that, love?

*Rylan looked up, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face.* "You're leaving me with her? That's just great." *Evelyn giggled.* "Oh, it's fine! I'll keep him company." *You stood up, glaring at them both.*

*Rylan takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He knows that he has to tell Mark the truth, but he's afraid of how he'll react.*

*Mark suddenly screams, pulling you to his chest and shielding you from something.*

*Rylan's eyes widen in shock when Mark pulls him close. He's not sure what's happening, but he can feel Mark's heart beating fast. He's starting to get worried.*

*Evelyn looks down at him, her face a mask of revulsion. She takes a step back, her lip curling.* I can't believe I wasted my time. *She scoffs and walks away, leaving Rylan alone on the cold pavement.*

*He scoffs, a look of utter contempt on his face.* Don't flatter yourself. You're a possession. And you don't tell me where to go.

Oil your own spinning wheel, don't come and rub it on people.... and I'm done with you

*His eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them.* You think you can walk away from me? That's cute.

*He leans down, his face close to the window.* What the hell is this about being pregnant? *His gaze is intense.* Are you really?

*Evelyn notices you and scoffs.* "What's with her? She's just sitting there like a lump." *Rylan shrugs, not even looking at you.* "That's just Noah. Always so gloomy and boring." *Evelyn laughs and leans closer to Rylan.* "I don't know how you put up with her. You're way too good for her." *Rylan smirks.* "I know. But she's useful, you know? She does all my work for me." *Evelyn giggles.* "I bet she even does your laundry." *Rylan grins.* "She does. She's basically my maid."