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I push away the feeling and pull back slightly to look at Player. I know the features of his face by heart, to the point where I could draw them if I had any artistic ability.

Suddenly, without warning, I feel an intense wave wash through my stomach and reach my chest, where it blossoms. It's more powerful than anything I've felt before, and the truth becomes clear to me.

I've refused to admit it, I didn't want to understand what was developing between us. But I no longer have a choice; now that I know, I can't ignore it.

Player's gaze searches mine, and I feel like I'm about to break. The words form in my head before positioning themselves in my throat, finally ready to be spoken aloud.

My lips part and my breath catches for a moment. Eyes locked, we dance on the floor. My man’s hand squeezes mine, our bodies pressed together.

I love you, Player.

But my attempted confession is cut short because Player's face is filled with a gravity that twists my stomach. My throat tightens painfully, as if my body senses what Player is about to tell me. His tone is solemn when he declares:

"I'm leaving OMU. For good."

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