Ronan's eyes were still trained on the road ahead of them. A tear ran down his nose and clung to his chin, but he didn't so much as blink. When Gansey said nothing else, Ronan reached for the door handle without looking, with the thoughtless stretch of familiarity. He tugged the door free of Gansey's hand. It closed with less of a bang than Blue had thought Ronan was capable of.
They stood there outside their friend's car, none of them speaking or moving. The breeze shuffled dried leaves down the street in the direction of Ronan's line of sight. Somewhere out there was a monster eating his heart.
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