로그인DarrellThe burial had that heavy stillness that settles over cemeteries after the prayers are done. The air smelled of freshly turned earth, cut grass, and the faint sweetness of wilting flowers piled high on the casket. A soft breeze carried the murmur of prayers and the occasional sniffle from the crowd. Bella’s coursemates filled half the rows—some openly weeping, tissues pressed to their faces; others sat silently with red eyes. A few professors attended too, including Mrs. White, who placed a gentle hand on Bella’s shoulder during the final prayer and whispered something that made her nod weakly.Lara had been there from the start, never more than an arm’s length away, holding Bella’s hand when the sobs became too loud to bear. Gina arrived quietly, dressed in simple black, her face soft with genuine sorrow. She stood near the back at first, then moved closer during the service, her presence calm and steady.I remained at the edge of the gathering, hands deep in my pockets, the
BellaI did not remember how we got to the hospital.One moment I was screaming in the blood-filled street, my hands shaking as I held onto my mother’s bloodied shoulders, and the next I was running through bright white corridors that smelled of antiseptic and something metallic and cold. Darrell was beside me the entire time. I don’t remember grabbing his hand, but at some point my fingers had locked around his sleeve as if he were the only solid thing left in the world.They let me see her.She was so pale.Machines surrounded her. The steady beeping was the only thing convincing me she was still here. I rushed to her bedside, my knees hitting the metal rail as I leaned over her.“Mom,” I whispered, but it came out broken. “Mom, I’m here. I’m here.”Her eyelids fluttered slowly, heavily, like they weighed too much for her to lift. When her eyes finally found me, they softened. Even in that condition, she looked at me like I was still her little girl.“Bella…” Her voice was thin. Fra
BellaI left Darrell’s office and kept walking—fast at first, then slower as the hallway stretched on. My legs felt heavy, like they were moving through water. Every step echoed in my chest, right where that strange, squeezing ache lived now. I pressed my palm against my sternum again and squeezed hard like I could force the feeling back down into whatever hole it had crawled out of.What was this? I’d told myself a hundred times it was just guilt. Just shame. Just the aftermath of using my body to survive. But it didn’t feel like guilt anymore. It felt… tender. Raw. Like something had been torn loose inside me and I couldn’t find the edges to stitch it back together.I pictured him standing behind his desk; the way his shoulders had dropped when I said we were done, and the quiet crack in his voice when he asked if I felt anything. I hated that I noticed. I hated that I cared enough to notice. I hated that part of me—small and stupid and scared—wanted to turn around, walk back in, an
DarrellI couldn’t concentrate on anything. The stack of ungraded essays on my desk had been sitting there for two days, mocking me. Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to her—Bella. The way she’d looked walking out that last night. The way she’d blocked my number like it was nothing. The way she’d left her panties behind and never came back for them.She’d been in my class twice since then. Twice. Both times she sat in the back row, eyes forward, never once meeting mine. She answered questions when called on—polite, perfect, professional. Greeted me with a quiet “Good morning, Mr. Black” when she walked in, and that was it. No lingering glances. No small smiles. Nothing.I was losing my fucking mind.I’d fallen for her. Hard. Deeper than I ever meant to. It started as lust—pure, filthy, transactional. But somewhere between the hotel shower and that final night on my bed, it turned into something else. Something that made my chest ache when I thought about her.
DarrellI stood under the shower for a long time after she left, hot water pounding my shoulders, steam filling the bathroom until the mirror fogged completely. I scrubbed hard, trying to wash away the night: her taste on my tongue, the feel of her ass clenching around me, the way her body shook when she came the third time. It didn’t work. The scent of her stayed on my skin no matter how much soap I used.By the time I got out, towel around my waist, the apartment felt colder and quieter. I padded to the kitchen in bare feet, opened the fridge, and pulled out leftover takeout—cold lo mein and a couple of egg rolls. I didn’t bother heating it. Just stood at the counter, eating straight from the container with chopsticks, staring at nothing. The food tasted like cardboard. My mind kept replaying her walking out—back straight, no glance back, no hesitation.I finished half the container, tossed the rest, and headed to the bedroom. The sheets were still a disaster. They were crumpled, st
BellaI got home on shaky legs, the night air still clinging to my skin like a reminder of everything I’d just left behind. The door to our room creaked when I pushed it open. Lara was sitting on her bed with a bowl of instant ramen, fork halfway to her mouth. She looked up, eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying too.“Hey,” she said softly.I didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at her. I walked straight past, into the bathroom, and shut the door harder than I meant to. The lock clicked like a promise, meaning no more talking tonight.I stripped off my clothes—still damp in places, still smelling faintly of him—and stepped under the shower. Hot water hit me like punishment. I stood there for a long time, letting it scald my skin, scrubbing every inch until my fingers pruned and the steam made my lungs ache. I washed away the sweat, the spit, the cum, the bruises forming on my hips and ass, and the faint red marks on my throat. But no amount of soap could wash away the memory of his hands,
LilaWe stayed tangled on the couch for a few more minutes, breathing each other in. Ryder’s arms were wrapped around me from behind, his chest pressed to my back, his heartbeat steady against my spine. I felt alive there—warm, wanted, and completely claimed. My body still hummed from everything we
RyderA soft, warm brush touched my lips. It was light — barely there — but I knew instantly it was her. Lila. My eyes stayed closed for a heartbeat, letting the feeling sink in. I could have moved away. I could have pretended I was asleep. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t want this to stop.I opened
RyderThe front door closed behind us with a quiet click. Lila stepped inside first, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. I followed right after, reaching past her to shut the door completely. The lock snapped into place.She reached for the light switch on the wall. My hand caught hers b
RyderI added a second finger and thrusted gently. Curled them just right to hit that spot inside her. She moaned louder. Her hips rocked against my hand. I kept the rhythm steady. Thumb circling her clit in slow, firm strokes. Her breaths turned into short, desperate pants. Her nails dug into my s







