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Joshua’s POV
Loving Chase Miller was like drowning with no shore in sight.
The deeper he sank, the harder it was to breathe. And yet, he never stopped swimming toward him.
Even when it hurt.
Even when it killed him.
Because Chase was an addiction Joshua couldn’t quit.
No matter how much he wanted to.
Maybe that was the worst part.
That he knew Chase would never love him back the way he wanted—needed—and still, he stayed.
Still, he begged for scraps.
Still, he let himself be used and discarded, over and over, like a bad habit Chase couldn’t quite quit but would never hold onto.
And yet, Joshua kept hoping.
Because hope was the cruelest thing of all.