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Chapter 11- What Refuses To Stay Buried
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2026-04-18 02:36:16
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Belleâs POVThe note didnât move.I donât know why I expected it to.Maybe because everything else had stopped making sense.Maybe because a part of me still believed this would unravel if I looked at it long enoughâlike the words would shift, rearrange, turn into something harmless.They didnât.Stop digging.Two words. Simple. Clear.Deliberate.I read them again.And again.Each time, they felt heavier. Not louder. Not sharper. Just⌠heavier. Like they were settling deeper into the room. Into me.My fingers tightened around the edge of the paper.âDigging into what?â I whispered.The question didnât sound like mine.It sounded small. Uncertain.Like I already knew the answer and didnât want to say it out loud.My eyes moved slowly to the diary.It hadnât changed.Not at first glance.Still open. Still quiet. Still pretending to be nothing more than ink and paper.But that wasnât true anymore.It hadnât been true for a while.I placed the note down carefully. Not because I was calmâ
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Belleâs POV:Something followed me home.I donât know when it started.Thatâs the problem.If I could trace itâpin it down to a moment, a sound, a stepâI could convince myself it was real.Or convince myself it wasnât.But it didnât begin like that.It didnât begin at all.It just⌠was.Like it had always been there, and I was the one who arrived late to notice it.I didnât remember leaving the cemetery.Not clearly.There were piecesâfragments that refused to settle into something whole.The sound of gravel under my shoes.The cold that didnât feel like weather.The way the air pressed too close, like it was watching me instead of surrounding me.And thenâNothing.Just the next thing.My room.My door closing.My back against it.My breath too loud in the quiet.I stared at my hands for a long time.They didnât look different.No shaking. No blood. No sign that anything had happened at all.But something had.I knew it.Not in a way I could explain.Not in a way I could prove.Just
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Masonâs POV Night didnât fall gently. It never did. It crept in like something unwelcomeâslow, deliberate, swallowing the last traces of daylight until the world felt quieter than it should. Mason stood by the window, unmoving. The city stretched beneath him in scattered lights and distant noise, but up here It didnât reach. Nothing did. That was the point. His fingers rested lightly against the glass, not pressing, not tense. Just⌠there. Still. Controlled. Always controlled. But his thoughts They werenât. She went back. The words hadnât been spoken out loud. They didnât need to be. They lingered anyway, heavy in the silence of the room. Because it wasnât a question. It wasnât a guess. It was fact. Belle had gone back to the one place she was never supposed to return to. And somehow That changed everything. Masonâs jaw tightened slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice. But enough. Because that placeâ It wasnât just a cemete
Bad boy's obsession    Chapter 13- Where The Dead Listens
Belle POVShe didnât remember leaving the school.Not the hallway.Not the doors.Not the moment her feet carried her past the gates.One second she was thereâsurrounded by whispers, suffocating under memories that refused to stay buriedâAnd the nextâSilence.Real silence.The kind that didnât belong in crowded spaces.The kind that lived in places people avoided.Places like this.---St. Paul Cemetery.It stretched farther than most people realized.Rows of headstones lined uneven paths, some straight and polished, others tilted with time, names fading into stone as if even memory had abandoned them.The sky above was dull.Clouds thick, unmoving.The airâStill.Too still.Belle walked between the graves without hesitation.Like she knew exactly where she was going.Like her body remembered something her mind refused to touch.Her steps were quiet against the dry ground.Measured.Controlled.Always controlled.UntilâShe stopped.---A specific spot.Not marked differently.Not
Bad boy's obsession    Chapter 12- The Things They Don't Say
Ethan POVThe hall didnât look like a place meant for grief.It was too polished.Too arranged.Too⌠intentional.Rows of chairs stretched across the floor, lined with careful precision. White cloth draped over each one like someone had tried to soften the reality of what this was. At the front, a long table stood beneath dimmed lights, covered in candles that flickered quietly, their flames steady despite the weight in the air.And at the centerâA picture.Framed.Smiling.Frozen in a moment that no longer existed.Ethan stood near the back, arms loosely crossed, shoulder resting against the wall. He hadnât planned to come.Didnât really care for things like this.Memorials always felt⌠performative.Like people gathered to prove they felt something, whether they did or not.But thisâThis wasnât about grief.Not entirely.It was about answers.Or ratherâThe lack of them.Voices filled the room in low murmurs. Not loud enough to be disrespectful. Not quiet enough to be sincere.âTh
Bad boy's obsession    Chapter 11- What Refuses To Stay Buried
Ethan POVThree years.It didnât sound like much when people said it out loud.Just a number.Just time.But in a place like thisâwhere nothing truly died, where rumors clung to walls and people carried stories like weaponsâThree years meant something different.It meant the truth had rotted.Twisted.Changed shape depending on who was telling it.And yetâSome things never changed.Like the name they always whispered when his came up.Belle.Ethan didnât believe in rumors.Not really.People talked too much.Added details that didnât exist.Filled silence with lies just to feel important.So he never asked.Never cared enough to.All he knew was simpleâA guy died.And somehowâŚShe was there when it happened.That was it.That was all.But todayâToday didnât feel like âjust a story.â---The hallway felt wrong.Not loud.Not chaotic.Not normal.It was quieter than usual, but not in a peaceful way.It was the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears.Like everyone was holding s
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