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Chapter 54: Pathetic

Author: Cassie GW
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-20 11:27:58
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It’s pathetic, the way I still stare at her picture like it hasn’t already burned itself into the back of my mind.

The bottle in my hand is almost empty, and the fire in my throat barely dulls the ache in my chest. Beatrice. Her name tastes like regret. Her face—caught mid-laugh in this stupid photograph—haunts me worse than any enemy ever could.

I used to tell myself I didn’t love her.

That I never would.

But now, with nothing but whiskey and silence to keep me company, I can’t lie to myself anymore.

She’s gone.

She severed the bond.

And somehow, it hurts worse now than when it was still fraying. Because before, there was still a thread—thin, strained—but it was there. Now? Nothing. Just an emptiness I can’t claw my way out of.

I take another swig and let my head fall back against the couch. The world spins. Everything’s a blur. The fireplace flickers, casting shadows across the walls, and her picture stares back at me from the table like it’s judging me.

“What the fuck do you wa
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