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Chapter 4: Mine to Break
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2025-07-19 19:35:42The silence between them was the loudest thing in the room.
August stood still, every cell in his body screaming to run, but rooted by something colder recognition. His mind flipped through old shadows, half formed memories, faded echoes of someone he might have once known but had forgotten on purpose.
Sebastian stood too close.
Not close enough to touch but close enough to control.
“You don’t remember, do you?” Sebastian asked softly, voice barely more than breath. “But your eyes did. When you saw me.”
“I don’t know you,” August said, even though a part of him was beginning to feel like that might be a lie.
Sebastian smiled an edge of cruelty to it this time. “Liar.”
August’s fists clenched. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Sebastian stepped back slowly, like he was granting mercy. His expression changed into something unreadable cold calculation softening into quiet ache. “Because I waited for you. And you forgot me.”
“I didn’t forget,” August said sharply. “I escaped.”
That made something crack in Sebastian’s gaze.
He turned his back.
Walked to the window.
His voice, when it came, was flat. “You escaped your name. You escaped your family. You even escaped yourself. But not me.” He turned his head just slightly. “You never escaped me.”
August’s heart pounded so loud it hurt. “Who the hell are you?”
Sebastian’s silence stretched. Then quiet, steady:
“I was the boy they never noticed. The one behind the camera when you laughed. The one they forgot because they were too busy watching you suffer.”
August’s mouth parted, words catching in his throat.
“You used to sit at the edge of the library window,” Sebastian continued, voice like a spell now, pulling memory out of hiding. “You used to read Sylvia Plath with a flashlight when the power cut out at home. You used to cry when you thought no one was looking. But I saw it all. I saw you. And when you were gone, I couldn’t forget.”
August’s throat tightened.
That boy
That lonely, pale faced boy who used to stare too long from the corner of the hallway at school…
No. No, it couldn’t be.
“But I got tired of waiting,” Sebastian whispered. “So I made you come back to me.”
August’s voice cracked. “By pretending to be me?”
Sebastian turned then, stepping forward again, each word growing heavier, darker.
“You don’t get it yet, do you? I didn’t just want your name.”
He stopped inches away, eyes burning.
“I wanted everything.”
August’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Why me?”
Sebastian leaned in, breath brushing his cheek.
“Because broken things don’t run when you touch them gently. And I knew one day you’d break in my hands.”
August flinched. “You’re sick.”
“I’m yours.”
“No, you’re not.”
Sebastian reached out, fingers brushing August’s wrist. “You say that now.”
August ripped his arm back like it burned. “Stay away from me.”
Sebastian only smiled. Not angry. Not hurt.
Just confident.
As if August’s resistance was a part of the plan.
“Eventually,” he said, stepping back toward his bed, “you’ll realize you were always meant to be mine.”
That night, August didn’t sleep.
He sat on the floor with the desk lamp on, staring at a blank page of his notebook. Not writing. Just breathing. Just being. Because he needed to remind himself that he still existed, even if someone else had stolen the outline of his life.
But when he closed his eyes just for a second
He saw another memory.
Faint.
Blurry.
A boy sitting in a broken playground, staring at him through the cracked slats of the fence.
Eyes too bright.
Hands too still.
He’d forgotten that boy.
And now he’d come back wearing August’s name.
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Ash exhaled slowly. “Then we wait.”They did.The cold settled into their bones. Wind hissed across the water.Minutes passed.Then an hour.Ash paced. August sat on a half-buried log, heart thudding. It wasn’t just the fear of Sebastian that stirred in him now it was the overwhelming weight of memory. This was the place where he had once felt most alive. And now, it felt haunted.Just as he was about to stand, a voice echoed from the trees.“Always so punctual.”August’s breath caught.Ash turned, fists clenched.Sebastian stepped out of the woods as if the forest had opened its jaws and let him through. He wore black, always black, but he looked… different. Less polished. More raw.His eyes locked on August immediately. “I didn’t think you’d come.”“I didn’t think you’d crawl out of your grave,” August said quietly.Sebastian smiled. “Is that what this place is to you? A grave?”“It’s where I lost myself.”Sebastian walked forward, slow, deliberate. “No. This is where you were rebo
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The silence after his outburst was sharp enough to cut.Chris stared at him for a long time, then slowly nodded. “Okay. Then prove it.”August blinked. “What?”Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver key. “Here. The spare. Take it back.”August stared at it. The key glinted under the ceiling light.He took it.His hands were shaking.“I’ve never used it,” Chris said. “I wouldn’t even come in if you were asleep, and you know that.”August did know. Deep down, he did.But fear had a way of blurring lines between memory and paranoia.“I’m sorry,” he whispered.Chris nodded once. “I get it.”That night, Ash stayed over. They took turns staying awake, watching the door, the windows, the hallway.“I keep thinking it’s over,” August said softly around 3 a.m., curled under a blanket on the couch. “Then he finds a new way to crawl back.”Ash didn’t answer right away. He sat on the floor beside the couch, head resting against the armrest.“I don’t think he ever left,” Ash fi
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By morning, Chris returned with coffee and groceries and a half-hearted smile. “You look like you fought God and lost.”August forced a laugh. “Just didn’t sleep.”He debated telling him about the envelope. About the hallway. But something in his gut whispered not yet. Chris was loyal, but loyalty didn’t mean safety.He noticed how Chris’s eyes lingered on the locked door. “Everything okay?”“Yeah,” August lied. “Just feeling off.”Chris nodded, but his mouth twitched like he didn’t believe it.Later that day, August received a message from the university’s ethics board. His case against Sebastian was still under review. Still.The attached document listed new evidence: screenshots of Sebastian’s fake identity registration, verified by IP logs. A timeline of falsified academic submissions. Testimonies. Even Ash had added another statement.It felt like something was moving forward.But that same email also said Sebastian had requested an in person hearing.August’s chest tightened.“O
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The apartment still carried the scent of cinnamon from the tea Ash had made the night before. They’d stayed late, talked about nothing, and promised not to talk about Sebastian again.But promises didn’t stop ghosts from crawling out of the walls.When August unlocked his phone, the first thing he saw was an anonymous email no sender, no subject, just a single line:“You’re welcome for the silence.”He deleted it before reading it again. He didn’t want to give it weight. But the words burned anyway.Chris was gone when August entered the kitchen, probably out on a supply run. They’d been taking turns managing groceries and pretending life was normal.On the counter sat a white envelope with no name. August stared at it. It hadn’t been there last night.Slowly, he opened it.Inside was a printed photo. Grainy. Taken from a distance. It was him, sitting in the café two days ago, laughing with Ash.The timestamp was real.August’s stomach twisted.He dropped the envelope and backed away
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A year passed.August Hale didn’t disappear. He didn’t change his name or vanish into another identity. He stayed exactly where he was on campus, in the same city, with the same friends who had walked through the fire with him.But everything was different.His once quiet blog had become a full-blown platform Real & Written where people submitted their stories of identity, self worth, and survival.The project was now backed by a major publishing house, and August spent his days editing, responding, and helping others say the things they’d once been too afraid to voice.He’d also become someone others recognized on the street not as a scandal, but as a writer who had survived something raw and come out brighter for it.Today, though, wasn’t about the project.Today was graduation.He stood at the edge of the crowd, adjusting his gown with one hand and shielding his eyes with the other. Ash was taking photos somewhere.Chris had already texted a blurry selfie from the podium. August s
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August didn’t sleep that night.The images from Sebastian’s file spun endlessly in his mind fragments of someone who had tried so hard to wear August’s skin that he’d forgotten how to live in his own. There was no neat bow to tie it all together. No final line that made it all make sense.But maybe that was the point.In the early hours, just as dawn started to bleed into the sky, August opened his laptop and began to write. Not a report. Not an article. Not even a blog post. It was a letter.To himself.He didn’t hold back. He wrote about fear, about loss, about being stripped of a name and having to claw his way back to it. He wrote about Ash his constant and Chris, and even Daniel. He wrote about pain and how it changed shape, and about how sometimes, the people who hurt you the most are the ones who once saw you most clearly.He wrote until the sun lit up the floor.Later that day, he published the letter.He didn’t name Sebastian. Didn’t rehash the drama. He just told the truth
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