Mag-log inGianna. I got to my room and let out a loud scream then took my journal and headed straight to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and lay in the tub filled with warm water as I wrote down my thoughts. The water dulled everything. The noise. The anger. The ache. I felt a lot calmer after my bath and was about heading to bed when a knock interrupted. The knock echoed softly against my door, barely loud enough to be real, but still enough to pull me out of my thoughts. “Who is it?” I said folding my arms My voice came out sharper than I meant it to, my shoulders already tense, back pressed against the door like I was bracing for impact. “Your favorite person” Ivan said The tension cracked instantly. I hated how automatic it was. The smile crossed my face before I could stop it, small and traitorous. He twisted the door knob and stepped inside, then closed the door behind him. “And who said you’re my favorite person?” I said, I leaned against the edge of my desk, trying to
Gianna.“Your sister? Your parents never mentioned her” the dean saidHis tone was polite, but his eyebrows knitted together slightly, suspicion creeping into his expression. He leaned back in his chair, fingers folding together like this was a puzzle he hadn’t been warned about. My stomach tightened instantly. That sentence alone felt like a door slamming somewhere deep in my chest.“It’s complicated,what was she here for?”The words left my mouth quicker than my thoughts could catch up. I stood straighter, chin lifting in a way that felt defensive, like if I didn’t hold myself together physically, I’d unravel right there in front of him.“She transferred here”Transferred.The room tilted. Just slightly. Enough to make me dig my nails into my palm. So she hadn’t just passed through. She planned to stay. My heart thudded, loud and uneven, like it was trying to outrun the rest of me.“Okay uhm, can I have her address or uhm number? Anything?”I hesitated halfway through the sentence,
Gianna.Ivan lifted his head and placed a soft kiss on my lips.“We should go to bed.”“Yeah,” I said, my breath still shaky.He got out of the pool first, water sliding off his skin as he reached back to help me out. His grip was steady, careful, like he was still holding me together even after letting go. The night air kissed my damp skin immediately, and a shiver ran through me.I wrapped a towel around my waist and went straight to my room. I was already cold, inside and out, so I changed into fresh clothes without thinking too much about it. Soft fabric. Long sleeves. Safety. Then I crawled onto my bed, pulling the blanket over myself completely, hugging a pillow to my chest like it might anchor me.The room was quiet. Too quiet.And that’s when my thoughts finally caught up.I can’t believe I let him see me like that.My scar. The trembling. All of it.And I didn’t pull away this time.I didn’t even try to hide it.Something about the way he looked at me—like it wasn’t broken,
Gianna.“We’re mates, Mum.”The words didn’t just land.They hit.And then—Silence.Not the quiet kind that settles gently into a room. Not the kind you can breathe through.This one pressed.Thick. Heavy. Suffocating.Like the air had turned solid and was forcing its way into my lungs, filling my chest until it felt too tight, too full, like I couldn’t take in anything else.No one moved.Mum just stood there, staring at me.Marcus didn’t blink.Ivan…Ivan looked shocked.I'm not even surprised because I didn’t expect to say it out loud either. It just… slipped. Like the truth got tired of being held back and forced its way out before I could stop it.And suddenly, I became hyper-aware of everything.The way my chest was rising too fast.The way my fingers were curled slightly at my sides, like I was still holding onto something that wasn’t there anymore.The way my heartbeat slammed against my ribs, loud enough it felt like everyone in the room could hear it.Say something.Do some
Gianna.I woke up with tears already sliding down my temples, soaking into the pillow before I even understood why I was crying. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a band around my ribs and kept pulling. Another memory. Or fragments of one. Faces that were now easily recognizable. Voices without beginnings.I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, blinking slowly, letting the tears fall instead of fighting them. Fighting hadn’t worked so far.Eventually, I forced myself out of bed. My legs felt heavy, like they didn’t belong to me yet. I went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and watched my reflection flinch in shock. My eyes were puffy. Red. I looked… wrecked. But school didn’t care about that.I brushed my teeth, tied my hair back, then let it loose again. I changed my mind. I brushed it slowly, carefully, as if being gentle with my hair might teach me how to be gentle with myself.That was when a knock sounded on my door.“Who’s there?” I asked, still b
Gianna.My body was already betraying me.Bones cracking.Muscles stretching.Something inside me clawing its way out like it had been waiting for this exact moment.And then—“Gia…?”Rue’s voice.Soft. Shaking.Too close.No no no no—Why is she still here?Why isn’t she running?I told her to run.My chest heaved as another sharp snap tore through me, my spine arching violently. My fingers dug into the ground, nails splitting, reshaping—And then it hit me.Her scent.Fear.It rolled off her in waves—sharp, panicked, alive. I could taste it in the air, feel it curling into my lungs with every breath.My head jerked slightly, my vision flickering.That’s Rue.That’s my best friend.Don’t—But something darker stirred underneath.Something that didn’t care about names.Didn’t care about memories.Only instinct.And God—She smelled good.The realization slammed into me like something physical.Warm. Alive. Vulnerable.A low, broken sound rumbled in my throat, something between a growl
Gianna.I woke up with my heart racing, sweat prickling along my skin. The remnants of the dream clung to me like fog. I could see it all so clearly—the old house, the smell of wood and rain, and the girl beside me. She was laughing, running through the halls like we were playing some game only we
Gianna.Mum stopped midway as she entered then finished her sentence like nothing in the room was wrong.“…your dad said I should give you your meds,” she said, stepping fully inside now, her eyes deliberately fixed on the small cup in her hand. “And you should take them as prescribed.”Her voice w
Gianna.I had already gotten dressed and made my way to the training room for combat.The building loomed ahead of me, solid and cold, the air inside carrying the faint smell of sweat, stone, and something metallic. Training always left a weight in my chest, not fear exactly, but awareness. Like my
Gianna.Sometime during the night, I decided to go see my mum and Marcus.Luckily, they were outside their cabin — just in case I barged into any… funky things they might have been up to in their room.The thought of it made my face scrunch up in disgust.“Hi, Gia. How was your training?” Marcus as







