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I NEED HIM

Author: ANGELA
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-26 04:48:35

I NEED HIM.

CYRUS'S POV.

I didn't mean to kiss him. i didn’t mean to find him like that, his voice behind that door, that laughter echoing from someone else’s house, like he’d already moved on, like i was just a fucking fever he’d sweated out two months ago the second i saw him—

God. i fucking broke. he looked exactly the same and nothing like i remembered. hair longer, cheeks sharper, older somehow, jaw clenched like he’d been clenching it through the whole year just to keep from falling apart
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    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    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

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  • CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND    UNEXPECTED REUNION

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  • CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND    A PROPER DATE

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