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I Got His Pain, She Got His Heart Chapter 10
Third-Person POVTimothy's lips parted as he tried to call Anastasia's name. But something seemed lodged in his throat, and not a sound came out. He glanced down at himself, only to find that he was covered in blood. His armor was riddled with holes where arrows had punched through. Blood seeped from every opening, coating his hands in red.In a place so clean and bright, Timothy looked completely out of place. Even so, he kept walking toward her. With every step, he left another bloody footprint on the floor. Anastasia, too, saw Timothy. Her gaze drifted from the acceptance letter to the man who had suddenly appeared at the far end of the hallway. She frowned slightly, as if she were trying to place him. Then, her expression relaxed. Her eyes held nothing at all."Ana."At last, Timothy found his voice. However, it was hoarse and nothing like the voice of the young man Anastasia had once known. "It's you," he said. Anastasia calmly folded the acceptance letter and
I Got His Pain, She Got His Heart Chapter 9
Third-Person POV:Five years later, war broke out along the border once again. This time, the enemy came in far greater numbers and was far more ruthless.When Timothy mounted his horse in full armor, his lieutenants immediately realized something was wrong. His hands were trembling.They all knew the truth. His body was giving out. Everyone had tried to talk him out of it, but he refused to listen. Timothy went anyway. Standing atop the city walls, he looked down at the dark mass of enemy troops below. Suddenly, his thoughts drifted back to the first day he'd gone to war. Anastasia had stood in the doorway to see him off. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Even then, she refused to cry. She tightened the clasp of Timothy's cloak over and over, her cold fingertips brushing his neck."Come home soon," she said. But now, Timothy had nothing left. So, when the arrows came raining down, he didn't move. The first one punched through his sho
I Got His Pain, She Got His Heart Chapter 8
Anastasia's POVSure enough, when I woke up on the morning of the fourth day, the crushing weight on my chest was finally gone. I sat up in bed and stretched, feeling lighter than I had in the past few days. At that moment, a notification popped up on my phone. It was from the grad school exam group chat. The text read, "The exam results are out! Go check your scores!"I opened the results page and entered my applicant ID. The page loaded, and two seconds later, a single line of text appeared. I stared at it for what felt like forever. Erica leaned over from her bed. She took one look at the screen and let out a shriek. "Oh shit! Ana, you got in! You got into your dream school!"She was even more excited than I was. Right then and there, she posted about it on social media. I looked at the acceptance notice on my screen, and a smile slowly spread across my face. There was no bitterness, no regret, and not once did I find myself wishing he were there. There was nothing at
I Got His Pain, She Got His Heart Chapter 7
Third-Person POV Sarah's eyes flew wide, and the color drained from her face. "General, you can't do this to me! You promised you'd protect me for the rest of my life! You promised!" she screamed. But Timothy didn't so much as glance at her. He turned away, walked back to the pool of blood, and gathered up Anastasia's bloodstained dress, clutching it to his chest.Meanwhile, Sarah's desperate cries faded into the distance as the guards dragged her out of the tent. Silence settled over the tent. Timothy was the only one left. Slowly, he crouched down and buried his face in the bloodstained fabric. It still carried Anastasia's scent, and a faint trace of soap lingered beneath the metallic scent of blood. At some point, rain began to fall outside, pattering against the canvas overhead. Timothy knelt in the pool of blood and clutched Anastasia's bloodstained dress to his chest, utterly motionless.…Anastasia's POVWhen I opened my eyes, harsh fluorescent lights glared ov
I Got His Pain, She Got His Heart Chapter 6
Third-Person POVTimothy walked toward Sarah, each step landing in Anastasia's blood and carving deeper into his chest. "You told me you were innocent," he began. "That you didn't understand how complicated these things were."He crouched in front of Sarah, grabbed her chin, and forced her to meet his eyes. "You were the one who talked me into sending her to the south gate. "You said she was too gentle to make any difference, that she was the perfect person to boost the troops' morale."Sarah's lips trembled, and tears pooled in her eyes. "I-I was just—""Just what?"Timothy's voice dropped so low that it sent a chill down her spine. He went on, "You wore her mother's pearl bracelet and flaunted it in front of her. You said you liked it, so I let you have it. "You said she frightened you, so I made her apologize. You claimed the barbarians might have violated her, and I forced that tonic down her throat."A bitter laugh escaped him, edged with despair. It was as if he'd f
I Got His Pain, She Got His Heart Chapter 5
Anastasia's POV[Disabling pain-exchanging… Complete.][Extracting host consciousness… Complete.][Initiating transfer…]With that, my body slowly grew lighter. Timothy seemed to sense something, and he looked down abruptly. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my hands as they slowly turned transparent. "N-no!"He tightened his arms around me desperately, trying to hold me against his chest. But my body slipped through his fingers like sand. The tighter he held on, the faster I disappeared. "Ana! Don't go! Come back!" he roared. Timothy's eyes were red with grief, and the veins stood out across his forehead. He reached for my fading form, but his fingers closed on nothing but air. I saw his lips trembling. The man who had never once lost his composure on the battlefield was now sobbing uncontrollably. "I was wrong, Ana… I'm sorry…"Timothy dropped to his knees and crawled after me. His hands clawed at empty air, trying to hold on to the last trace of me. My conscious
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