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"I don't know how to stop," Coco whispered.

"You didn't have to come," Coco said, not looking up. coco lovelock and demi hawks

Coco Lovelock sat on the edge of the bed, unlacing her boots with deliberate, tired movements. Across the room, Demi Hawks leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, watching. The air between them wasn't thick with anger—it was worse. It was thick with understanding . "I don't know how to stop," Coco whispered

The motel room smelled like stale coffee and cheap jasmine air freshener. Outside, the neon sign buzzed, bleeding pink light through the thin curtains. "I don't know how to stop

Outside, the neon buzzed on. Inside, something finally grew quiet.

"Then don't stop," Demi said softly. "Just… turn. Change direction. I'll walk with you."