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Chapter 42: Somewhere Between Almost and Again
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Betrayal Between the vows Chapter 42: Somewhere Between Almost and Again
Lucas didn’t sleep much that night. Not because of worry but because the quiet was too peaceful to waste. For the first time in years, his apartment didn’t feel like a museum of what used to be. It felt like now. He stood by the window in a loose T-shirt, holding a mug of lukewarm tea. Streetlights glowed below. The city breathed in slow, tired rhythm. Elias had kissed him. And it didn’t feel like a promise. It didn’t feel like regret either. It felt like a beginning. A careful one. In the morning, Elias was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his old journals spread around him. He looked up when Lucas entered, eyes softer than they’d been in days. “I think I used to be angry a lot,” Elias said. Lucas poured himself water. “You held things in. That’s what made you angry.” “I still feel it,” Elias admitted. “The part of me that doesn’t know how to deal with being seen.” “You’re being seen now.” “I know. And I think I want it.” Lucas leaned against the co
Betrayal Between the vows Chapter 41: The Ghost in the Mirror
Elias stood in the bathroom, alone, staring at his reflection. The mirror didn’t lie. But it didn’t offer any answers either. He touched his jawline, then his cheek, like he was trying to feel something real. The face was his. But the man? Still a stranger. He turned the tap on, splashed cold water on his face, and leaned into the sink. The silence in the apartment was loud again Lucas still asleep, the early morning sun just starting to paint the walls gold. His eyes met his own again in the mirror. “Who the hell are you?” he whispered. No answer. Just a quiet room and a face filled with things he couldn’t name. Lucas woke to the sound of the kettle boiling. He dragged himself out of bed, pulling on a hoodie. When he walked into the kitchen, Elias was already pouring tea, one mug in front of him, another in front of the empty chair. “You didn’t sleep?” Lucas asked. Elias shook his head. “Barely.” “You okay?” “I don’t know,” Elias said. “I feel… haunted. Like I’m walking
Betrayal Between the vows Chapter 40: Things We Don’t Say Aloud
The next morning was heavy with clouds. Not the kind that promised rain just the kind that made the world quieter than it should be. Lucas sat at the edge of his bed, still in yesterday’s shirt. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jesse had sent one word: “Okay.” No punctuation. No anger. Just... okay. Lucas stared at it for a long time before putting the phone down again. From the kitchen, he heard the soft clink of dishes. Elias had woken first this time. That hadn’t happened before. Lucas stood slowly, stretched, and walked barefoot to the sound. Elias was rinsing two bowls in the sink. The window beside him let in soft gray light. His back looked tired, like something in him was still adjusting to the weight of this version of life. “You cooked?” Lucas asked gently. Elias turned with a small smile. “Oatmeal. Don’t get excited. I followed a packet.” Lucas chuckled. “Still counts.” Elias poured it into two bowls, handed one over. Lucas noticed the spoon trembled slightly
Betrayal Between the vows Chapter 39: The Way He Said My Name
Lucas woke before the sun, eyes open to a soft gray ceiling. He didn’t know why maybe a dream, maybe just Elias’s presence in the next room pulling at something old in his chest. He turned his head toward the hallway. Elias hadn’t made a sound all night. No footsteps. No doors. Still, Lucas felt him there. The way you feel someone you once loved even in silence. He sat up, rubbed his face, and went to the kitchen. The floor was cold under his bare feet. He started the kettle without thinking. One mug. No sugar. He paused then pulled out a second cup. Old habits die hard. A soft sound broke the quiet. Elias appeared in the doorway, hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep. He wore a plain T-shirt and the same sweatpants Lucas had folded for him the night before. “You’re up early,” he said, voice rough. “So are you.” “I heard you moving around. Thought maybe you needed company.” Lucas poured hot water into both mugs. “Or maybe you didn’t want to be alone.” Elias shrugged, sitting
Betrayal Between the vows Chapter 38: Where the Light Fades Soft
Lucas opened the window just a little. The morning air carried that soft, gray scent. wet leaves, dust, the world just waking up. Elias stood behind him, arms folded like he was holding himself together. “You always liked quiet mornings,” Lucas said without turning. “I think I still do,” Elias replied. Lucas leaned on the windowsill. “You used to write on days like this. Bad poems. Good coffee.” “I wrote?” “You did. You never let me read them. Said they were just for you.” Elias smiled a little. “Then they must’ve been sad.” Lucas laughed under his breath. “They were. All broken lines and no punctuation. Like you were trying to make pain pretty.” Elias walked to the couch and sat down slowly, as if testing his own weight. “Maybe I was.” Lucas closed the window and turned to face him. The apartment felt too quiet now. Even the fridge hum seemed loud. “What do I do now?” Elias asked suddenly. “I’m here. With no memory. No plan. A brother who wants to control me and a lawyer w
Betrayal Between the vows CHAPTER 37: Just Tea, Nothing More
Lucas poured the tea like it was a ritual he’d practiced for a lifetime, even though the chipped green mug hadn’t been touched in years. His hands moved with muscle memory teabag steeping, spoon clinking against porcelain, steam rising in small swirls that curled toward the ceiling. Across from him, Elias sat at the small round kitchen table, watching. That table had been with Lucas through everything arguments that ended in slammed doors, laughter loud enough to draw complaints from neighbors, midnight takeout spread across its surface, promises whispered like secrets, and silences that had spoken louder than any words. Today, it carried something heavier than all of that: the weight of memory, or rather, the absence of it. “I think you always took the green one,” Lucas said, sliding the mug across. Elias’s fingers wrapped around it, tentative, like he was holding something fragile. His brow furrowed as if the mug might unlock a door in his head if he stared long enough. His lips
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