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0058: ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL

ผู้เขียน: Ink Hashira
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-16 17:21:48

LUCA’S POV

The silence from my phone felt louder than any reply could have been. I just stared at the screen, watching it go dark, her words left burning in the gloom.

“I’m in the blue guest room.”

It wasn’t a text. It was a grenade with the pin already pulled. A simple statement of fact that changed the entire geography of the house, of this whole screwed-up situation. She wasn’t in her room with him. She was down the hall, alone, in that stiff little room that always smelled like old potpourri and regret.

And she had told me.

I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to the springs creak under my weight. My first instinct was pure, stupid impulse: to get up, to walk the twenty steps down the hall, to see if her door was unlocked.

But that’s what got us here, wasn’t it? Impulse. Reacting without thinking. I had already played the jealous fool with Chloe, and look where that landed us. We were in a deeper, messier trench than before. I couldn’t do that to her again. Not tonight.

Frankl
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  • In Love With My Son's Best Friend   0058: ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL

    LUCA’S POVThe silence from my phone felt louder than any reply could have been. I just stared at the screen, watching it go dark, her words left burning in the gloom.“I’m in the blue guest room.”It wasn’t a text. It was a grenade with the pin already pulled. A simple statement of fact that changed the entire geography of the house, of this whole screwed-up situation. She wasn’t in her room with him. She was down the hall, alone, in that stiff little room that always smelled like old potpourri and regret.And she had told me.I sat on the edge of my bed and listened to the springs creak under my weight. My first instinct was pure, stupid impulse: to get up, to walk the twenty steps down the hall, to see if her door was unlocked.But that’s what got us here, wasn’t it? Impulse. Reacting without thinking. I had already played the jealous fool with Chloe, and look where that landed us. We were in a deeper, messier trench than before. I couldn’t do that to her again. Not tonight.Frankl

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