Se connecterGianna.Morning came… but it didn’t feel like it.It felt like the night had just… faded into something lighter, not softer. Like the darkness was still sitting somewhere in my chest, just quieter now.I was awake before my alarm.Not fully.Just… there.Eyes open. Staring at the ceiling.Thinking.Always thinking.My phone was still in my hand from last night.I swallowed, my throat dry as I locked it and dropped it beside me, turning my head to the side.Maybe she listened again. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she heard everything and just—Didn’t care.That thought sat heavier than it should have.I pushed myself up slowly, my body feeling heavier than usual, like sleep didn’t really do anything except pass time.Getting ready felt… off.I stood in front of my closet, staring at clothes like they were supposed to make decisions for me.My hand reached out.i didn't like any of the options I was seeing.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.Why does this even matter?Still—I
Gianna.Everybody started rushing outside.It wasn’t gradual. It wasn’t calm. One second the music was vibrating through my bones, bodies moving, laughter spilling everywhere… and the next, it all snapped.Chairs scraped. Drinks spilled. Voices rose over each other in sharp, panicked bursts.“What happened?” “Is it real?” “Someone said it’s outside—”My fingers tightened around Ivan’s shirt before I even realized I had grabbed him.Our eyes met.That split second— Silent. Heavy. Saying everything without words.Then we moved.Together.The air outside hit me differently. Colder. Sharper. Like it knew something I didn’t want to see.Murmurs spread like wildfire, rippling through the crowd in uneven waves. People stood in clusters, some on their toes trying to see, others backing away like distance alone could protect them from whatever waited ahead.Ivan’s hand found mine again. Firm. Anchoring.We pushed through the crowd.Step by step.Until—I saw it.And I froze.Not slowed. Not he
Gianna.I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing……until my chest started to ache.Like my lungs had been quietly begging for air and I had just—ignored them.Alina was still standing there.Watching.Smiling.Not a real smile.Not the kind that warms anything.It just… sat there. Sharp. Unsettling. Like it belonged on someone else’s face.Like it knew something I didn’t.My fingers tightened around Ivan’s hand without me even thinking about it.“Ivan…” My voice came out thinner this time, like something fragile had slipped into it. “She’s here.”He followed my line of sight.And I felt it.The exact second his body shifted.It wasn’t dramatic.No sudden movement.No obvious reaction.But I knew him now.Knew the way his shoulders squared just slightly… the way his grip on my hand tightened, firmer… more intentional.Protective.Grounding.“Stay here,” he muttered.Like this was something he could handle on his own.Like he could just step in and fix it.“No—” My fingers tightened aro
Gianna.The party invite sat on my screen longer than it should have.Bright. Loud. Tempting.Like it didn’t understand the kind of chaos it was inviting me into.My thumb hovered over the screen, unmoving… suspended… like if I stayed there long enough, the decision would make itself.A party.Crowded.Loud music.People.And possibly… Rue.My stomach twisted immediately, tight and sharp, like something had reached inside me and clenched.What if she’s there?What if she sees me?What if she looks at me like that again—That look.Not anger.Not even hate.Fear.My chest dipped inward at the memory, breath catching halfway like it didn’t want to go any further.I dropped my phone onto the bed, dragging both hands down my face slowly, pressing my palms into my eyes like I could erase the image burned there.I shouldn’t go.That was the smart decision.Stay home.Avoid everything.Avoid her.Avoid the way my chest tightens every time she walks away from me like I’m something dangerous…
Ivan.I still couldn’t wrap my head around the curse.It sat somewhere behind my mind like a stone that refused to sink, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. Every time I thought of Gianna, it pressed harder, like it knew exactly where to hurt.Things were finally good between us. Properly good. The kind of good that made mornings feel lighter and silence feel safe.And now this.Almost like the universe had looked at us and decided we weren’t allowed peace for too long. But fate didn't play fair. It never did.I stepped out of the shower, dragging a towel through my damp hair, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers it didn’t have.Gianna.Curse.Twelve-year cycle.One dies. One turns rogue.I exhaled sharply.Why did it have to be us?My phone rang.I frowned immediately at the screen.Tiffany.Why was she calling? And at this hour?And why did it feel like my stomach already knew this wasn’t going to be simple?I stared at it for a second too long.Should I even
Gianna.My legs stayed rooted to the spot.Like the ground had wrapped itself around my ankles and decided I wasn’t allowed to move anymore.I could still see her.Rue.The way her shoulders tensed. The way she didn’t even hesitate before walking away. The way she didn’t look back.Not once.My chest tightened slowly, like something invisible was pressing down on it.“Gia! Gia!”Cassie’s hands landed on my shoulders, shaking me slightly, pulling me back into my body.I blinked.Once.Twice.“She didn’t want to listen,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I expected. My eyes burned, the tears already forming before I could stop them.Cassie sighed, not surprised.“I expected that.”That somehow made it worse.I nodded anyway, swallowing past the lump in my throat.“Do you want to go somewhere or—”“I’ll just go home.”I didn’t trust myself to be anywhere else.Didn’t trust my words.My actions.Anything.“Okay, take care. I’ll see you tomorrow?”“Sure.”She gave my shoulder one last
Gianna. Warm light spilled through the curtains, sliding across my face. I groaned and turned, pulling the covers over my head. But the sunlight was relentless.“I can’t believe you’re still sleeping, Gia! Get up!”My mum’s voice sliced through my half-dreaming haze. I blinked, rubbing my eyes, an
Gianna. “Gia! Gia! Wake up!”The voice echoed in my head, distant but urgent. My eyes flew open, my heart pounding. Rue was leaning over me, shaking my shoulder.“Finally,” she sighed in relief.I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was. My sheets were tangled around my legs, my skin damp wi
Ivan. Three days. Three damn days since our last encounter. Three days since I last saw her face, her eyes, her lips. She ran away from me . I should be furious. I am furious. She’s angry that I marked her, so what? She’s mine. She belongs to me. I only claimed what’s rightfully mine. But inst
Gianna. It’s been three days since I left home.Three long, torturous days.On the first night, I thought I’d die. My body burned like someone had poured fire into my veins, my skin prickling, my heart thudding in agony as the mark pulsed beneath my collarbone. I had to tie a gag around my mouth j







