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A SILENT DARE
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CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND FOR MYSELF
cyrus's point of view.The door closed behind me gently, Machines hummed softly, as Phoebe lay in the bed, impossibly still.For a second, I couldn’t move. I stood just inside the door, my hand still hovering where the handle had been, like I might bolt if I let myself think long enough. She looked smaller like this. Pale. Fragile in a way I had never allowed myself to see before. Her dark hair was spread over the pillow, her face slack with sedation, lashes resting against bruised skin.She looked nothing like the woman who had screamed at me three nights ago. Nothing like the woman who had stared at me with disbelief when I told her I wanted a divorce. I swallowed hard and forced myself to walk forward.Each step felt like trespassing. Like I was crossing a line I had already crossed once too many times. I pulled the chair closer to the bed, the legs scraping faintly against the floor, and sat down. The sound felt invasive. Too loud for a room like this.Her chest rose and fell bene
CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND NEAR DEATH
NEAR DEATH.CYRUS POV.The smell of disinfectant and old coffee hung in the air, the latter a potent aftertaste left in the throat. I stood in the doorway a moment too long, my feet rooted in place as if they were stuck, my hands clenched into such tight fists they ached. A I didn't have to look far to find them.They were assembled in a cluster near the waiting area outside the surgical side, exactly where I knew they would be. Both families. All fathers. No mothers to temper it all, no one to lower voices and soothe with gentle words. Just angry men with a talent for filling a room.Dad stood by way of the windows, his stance locked in place, his suit a crisp reminder of everything he did not belong in. His presence, when contrasted with Phoebe’s father, stood in stark relief. His tie was undone, his jacket tossed over a chair, his hands moving in a restless pace up and down. His face burned reddened, red-rimmed eyes, as if he had already exhausted all of his reserves of control.A
CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND A SUICIDE ATTEMPT
A SUICIDE ATTEMPT.CYRUS POVI woke up before my eyes opened. There was a tightness in my chest, My body felt coiled, restless, the way it feels when it's been bracing itself all night for impact. When the phone on the nightstand started vibrating again, I didn't jump. I already knew it was there. I cracked my eyes open and stared at the ceiling for a second, breathing slow, trying to convince myself I was still half-asleep. The early morning light barely filtered through the curtains, soft and pale; the world outside was still quiet. Inside my chest, though, everything was loud.I reached for the phone.The screen switched on, and my stomach dropped so hard it felt like I might actually be sick.My father had called a lot.Not one missed call. Not two. A long list, stacked on top of each other, like he'd been calling all night and only stopped when exhaustion or rage finally won. There were voice messages. I didn’t open them.There were texts.Call me now.Do you have any idea what you
CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND DONE WITH YOU
DONE WITH YOU CYRUS’S POVThe second Phoebe's expression changed, I knew. She snatched her phone so fast she almost dropped it, and the way her eyes shot over the screen told me everything. I didn't need to ask, didn't need to wonder. I just watched her panic. And instead of feeling punched in the chest or sick or dizzy like I used to, all I felt was something loosening deep inside me. Something quiet. Something real.My shoulders actually dropped. It felt weird, because I didn't remember the last time my body wasn't tense around her. I even let out this breath I didn't know I'd been holding for years. And the smile came before I could hide it. A real smile. Not the polite one I force when she drags me to her parents' dinners. Not the tired one I put on when she starts crying to avoid accountability. This was real, and I let it sit there.She looked terrified of the smile."C-Cyrus," she whispered, voice cracking, "I can explain. Please. Just let me talk. It's not-it wasn't-just list
CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND LET'S GET A DIVORCE
LETS GET A DIVORCE.CYRUS'S P.O.V.I stayed by the window until Dominic's car finally turned out of the driveway and went far enough down the road that I couldn't see the taillights anymore. I didn't move for a few seconds after that. I just kept staring at the empty spot where he'd been, feeling this tight pressure building in my chest because watching him leave didn't sit right with me. He didn't deserve to be the one walking out. He didn't cause any of this mess. And the fact that he left without looking back made my throat feel tight with frustration I didn't know how to swallow down.By the time I actually closed the front door and turned around, Phoebe was already standing in the middle of the living room. Arms crossed. Chin lifted. Like she'd been waiting for me. Like she was expecting an apology from me instead of the other way around. The second her eyes met mine, I knew she wanted a fight. I did not want to give her one, but I could not hold it anymore."Why did you ask him
CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND BACK TO THE BEGINNING
BACK TO THE BEGINNING.DOMINIC.I felt good. Relaxed in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. My back was against the couch, my legs spread just enough for Cyrus to settle between them. His hands were on my thighs, warm and steady, and his head was lowering. I had one hand in his hair, holding him close, guiding him slowly because I wanted to enjoy the moment without thinking about anything else. My breathing kept getting heavier, and my jaw was tight because the tension felt too good to control.I let out a rough sound low in my throat, and Cyrus looked up at me before continuing. My fingers convulsed in his hair without meaning to, and he took it like he always did, quiet and focused. My chest rose and fell hard as I let my head fall back for a second, just to breathe because it felt too good to stay still.Then the doorbell rang. The sound struck the room so suddenly that Cyrus was stock-still in a matter of a second. His mouth stopped, his hands stilled, and the sudden absence of wa
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