But the only sound was the muffled tick of the clock, each second dragging me further into a restless sleep.
The next morning, with the party looming, I found myself on those same steps, a momentary lapse in attention leading to a painful fall.
The sharp snap of bone echoed in my ears, pain radiating through my arm.
I lay there, the cold seeping into my skin, realization dawning with a cruel clarity.
Jason’s only concern when he finally appeared was how my injury might affect his party.
“How bad is it?” he asked, eyes glancing briefly at my arm before scanning the yard, probably envisioning the setup.
His words hung in the frigid air, as I struggled to comprehend his indifference.
“It hurts,” I replied simply, cradling my arm. “But don’t worry, your party will still happen.”
A promise I intended to keep, though not in the way he expected.
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