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For What Still Burns Chapter 40 : Silence
Damien I knew Aria was mad at me. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that. So when her phone went straight to voicemail on Monday, I wasn’t shocked. I still tried again on Wednesday, mostly because guilt has a way of making you hope for miracles. Same result. Voicemail. Short beep. End of story. After that, I didn’t call again. No point pushing her further away. If she needed space, I had to respect it. Even if it was killing me a little. But not knowing where she was or how she was doing, that part was harder to swallow. So I did the next thing that made sense: I tried her friends. Elena first. She didn’t pick up. I called again later. Still nothing. By the third attempt, the silence felt intentional. Then I tried Adrian. He picked up on the third ring, but didn’t sound thrilled to hear my voice.“What’s up?” he said, short and dry."Have you heard from Aria?” I asked.A pause. “Oh eat shit Damien”He hung up. So that was that.The house felt quieter than usual afterwar
For What Still Burns Chapter 39 : Home
AriaMondayThe sun in California felt different.Warmer.I stepped out of the car and into my parents’ driveway, suitcase in hand, and took a deep breath. Their house sat at the edge of a winding road in a quiet neighborhood near Palo Alto ....white stone, orange trees, vines crawling up trellises. It was the kind of home that stood tall and sure, like the people inside it.My mother opened the door before I could knock.“Hi, baby,” she said, already pulling me into her arms.I hadn’t cried in days. Not really. But something about the way she held me made it impossible to hold the tears in.She didn’t ask questions. Just squeezed me tighter.My dad stepped into the doorway a minute later, coffee in one hand, glasses low on his nose.“Tough few months?”I nodded into my mom’s shoulder.“Well,” he said, smiling softly. “You’re home.”---TuesdayThey didn’t pressure me to talk.We baked bread, took walks around the neighborhood, visited the farmer’s market, and made fun of overpriced s
For What Still Burns Chapter 38:Stillness
AriaThe knock came just after nine.I knew it was him before I opened it.Something in the weight of the silence between us ….the kind that settles like dust in the corners of your heart — had told me he’d show up eventually. Not dramatic. Not unannounced. Just… quietly.I pulled the door open.There he stood. Damien von Adler. Hair messy, coat unbuttoned, eyes tired. His hand was in the pocket of his navy coat, like he was still deciding whether or not to leave again.“Hey,” he said.“Hey.”We just looked at each other for a second. The air between us fragile. Familiar.“I was walking,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t mean to — I just need to--.”I nodded once.“You want to come in?”He looked surprised. Then nodded.My apartment was still warm from the chamomile I’d made earlier. A book lay open on the couch. Dishes in the sink. A quiet life, paused.He stepped inside gently, like he d
For What Still Burns Chapter 37: Gold
DamienIt had been two weeks.Two weeks of silence from Aria. Two weeks of watching messages go unread. Two weeks of walking through rooms that still smelled like her hair and her hand lotion and knowing she might never come back.And Vivienne? She was everywhere.She’d reinserted herself with the subtlety of a scalpel. Gallery events, brunches, social invites with Theo front and center, smiling in pressed collars beside a woman he didn’t really remember. She posted photos from their “family weekend” in the Hamptons. Posed like perfection. Edited for elegance. She even made it seem like I took them.Every time I saw her hand on Theo’s shoulder, I wanted to scream.Every time I looked at my son, I hated that he’d started asking where Aria went. And why she didn’t come around anymore. And why Mommy suddenly did.Tonight, Vivienne was across from me at the dining table again. Theo was quiet, distracted. And I couldn’t t
For What Still Burns Chapter 36: Vivienne Vasquez
Vivienne had made peace with being Damien’s rebound a long time ago.She was never going to be his the way she had hoped and she was fine with thatOr at least, that’s what she told herself.Their marriage had always been a transaction dressed in tulle — name for name, prestige for legacy. Her parents called it a merger. His called it a responsibility. Neither of them had ever believed it would last. But when she walked down that aisle, she told herself she could make it work. That she’d make him love her the way he looked at her on paper —,polished, powerful, perfect.It had been two years before the silences grew longer than the conversations. Two years before he stopped touching her hand in public, and stopped pretending in private. By the time Theo turned four, Damien was sleeping in another room. By the time he turned five, Vivienne had stopped coming home at all.Vivienne had accepted it. Quietly. Gracefully. The
For What Still Burns Chapter 35: 3 Hours
FlashbackThey were seventeen and dramatic.That particular brand of dramatic that only came from a year of being hopelessly in love and absolutely sure it would last forever. That kind of love that made your chest hurt when you saw their name light up your phone. That kind of love that made everything else feel like filler.So when Aria and Damien had their first fight, it wasn’t about anything important.It was about yogurt.Specifically, Damien’s complete inability to remember that Aria hated peach-flavored anything and still brought her one after practice.“It’s literally peach!” she’d snapped, flinging her backpack onto the library table. “You know I hate peach!”Damien had blinked. “You said mango.”“I said never peach! It was, like, a whole conversation! You never listen when I speak”A
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