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Mimi’s Pov;I didn’t realize how tired I was until I finally stopped moving.Not the normal kind of tired, the kind of sleep fixes. This was heavier. The kind that sits in your bones and presses behind your eyes and makes even breathing feel like work. The kind that comes from pretending you’re fine when you’re not. From choosing strength over honesty one too many times.I sat on the edge of my bed, shoes still on, bag dropped somewhere near theCHAPTER 68: Mimi’s Pov; I woke up with Frank’s name sitting heavy in my chest. Not the soft version of it. Not the one that made my stomach flutter or my knees feel weak. The other one. The version that felt like a bruise I kept pressing just to remind myself it was real. The room was quiet when I opened my eyes. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel like something had already happened and you’d missed it. My phone lay face-down on the desk where I’d dropped it last night, untouched since I’d stormed into my room and locked the door like the world was something I could shut out with a key. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. Frank’s voice. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like it hurt. The way he didn’t chase after me this time. That was the part that scared me th
CHAPTER 67:Mimi’s Pov ;I didn’t sleep that night.Not the normal kind of sleepless where you toss and turn and count the cracks in the ceiling. This was the kind where your body was exhausted but your mind refused to shut up, like it was terrified that if it stopped talking, everything would collapse.Frank was asleep beside me.That alone should’ve been comforting. It should’ve anchored me. But instead, it made my chest ache in a strange, tight way, like I was holding my breath without realizing it.I lay there on my side, staring at the wall, listening to the slow rhythm of his breathing. He slept heavy, one arm thrown over my waist like I might disappear if he let go. His fingers twitched every now and then, tightening slightly, as if even in sleep he was making sure I was still there.I wondered what he was dreaming about.I wondered if I was in it.My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand.I froze.
CHAPTER 66:Mimi’s Pov;I didn’t sleep.I just lay there with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling like it had answers it was refusing to give me. The room smelled like Frank soap, faint cologne, something warm and dangerous and that alone made my chest hurt in a stupid, tight way.I hated that.Hated that even when he wasn’t here, he still took up space.Hated that my body remembered things my mind was trying to forget.Hated that every time I closed my eyes, I saw his hands. His mouth. The way he looked at me like I was something he wasn’t willing to lose.And maybe worse the way I wanted him to stay.I rolled onto my side and buried my face in my pillow, letting out a breath that came out shaky and ugly. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and my heart jumped like an idiot before I could stop it.Frank.Of course it was him.I didn’t pick it up immediately. I stared at the screen
CHAPTER 65:Mimi’s Pov;I didn’t mean to end up here.That’s the lie I keep telling myself while my fingers curl around the edge of the sink and my reflection stares back at me like it knows everything I’ve been trying to outrun. My eyes look older. Tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix. Like I’ve lived too many versions of myself in one body and none of them got a clean ending.The bathroom light hums. My heart hums louder.I thought choosing Frank would make things clearer. I really did. I thought once I said his name out loud once I let him touch me without pretending it was a performance, everything else would quiet down. The guilt. The noise. The ghost of Danny that still shows up when I’m not looking for him.But life doesn’t work like that. Love doesn’t either.I splash water on my face and let it drip down my wrists. Cold. Sharp. Grounding. Outside the door, I can hear laughter. Someone’s musi
Chapter 64:Mimi’s Pov;By the time I realized I was shaking, I was already standing in the middle of my room with the door closed behind me, my back pressed to it like something was chasing me. Maybe something was. Maybe everything was.My chest felt too tight, like I’d been holding my breath for days without knowing it. I slid down slowly until I was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to my chest, forehead resting against them.The silence in the room was loud. Deafening. It rang in my ears harder than shouting ever could.I kept replaying it.Frank’s voice.The look in his eyes.The way my name sounded when he said it low, careful, like it mattered too much.I hated that it still did things to me.I hated that even now, after everything, my heart didn’t know how to stop reacting to him.This was supposed to be easier by now. I was supposed to be stronger. Smarter. Less… breakable.But the
CHAPTER 63:Mimi’s Pov;I used to think pain had a sound.Like a scream.Or glass breaking.Or someone calling your name too late.But pain doesn’t sound like that.Pain sounds like nothing.It sounds like the quiet after a door closes.After footsteps fade.After you realize you’re alone in a room you swore someone would never leave you in.That was the sound sitting in my chest as I stared at my phone, the screen still lit from Frank’s last message.We need to talk.Four words.No emoji.No teasing nickname.No “glasses.”Just… final.I didn’t reply.I couldn’t.Because my hands were shaking and my throat felt like it had collapsed in on itself, like my body already knew something my heart was still too stupid to admit.I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks like they might rearrange themselves into answers.This was







