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Whatever choice you make, Chloe had said, but had she known it would be this one? That Max could never let her stay dead? She keeps the photo, blue butterfly frozen, and the alarm runs Nathan off a second time. Time doesn’t melt around her.
She gets another week. A third. A fourth. More.
The storm always comes.
These moments are theirs, and Max can’t let them go.
Diner. Train-tracks. Swimming pool. Lighthouse.
Chloe’s lips warm under her own, more kisses stolen boldly.
She knows what to say, how to help, who to save.
Back to the beginning, blue butterfly.