Kiss me, kill her

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?I’ve been broken so many times. I kept believing that someday I’d find my own happiness, my own joy. But it never seems to work out. My name is Ivy Thompson. I’m twenty-four years old, and my life feels like an endless cycle of hope and despair. I’ve been hunting for a job for two years now, but every time I think I’ve found an opportunity, it slips away. No one ever gives me a chance. The rejection, the endless disappointment—it's suffocating.I thought things would change, but they never do. Every time I get a glimpse of happi

****Damien****Rain poured heavily as I drove home, the rhythmic sound of water hitting the windshield echoing in the quiet car. It had been a long day at work, and I was grateful that Max had finally found me a new secretary. My wife had fired the last one—not that it was a surprise. She had her reasons, but lately, it felt like she was battling her own demons.I sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter as I drove through the dimly lit streets. Things between us had been strained for months. We fought constantly, about things that didn’t even matter. I tried to be patient—I knew she was struggling. But so was I.I spotted a small flower shop up ahead and decided to stop. Maybe a gesture, however small, would help ease the tension. Her favorite—red roses. They always made her smile, and their deep crimson matched the shade of lipstick she loved to wear.I parked the car and stepped into the shop, shaking off the rain as the bell above the door jingled. Madam Olivia, the elderly sho

****Ivy****Life was great. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine, living in a dream that was slowly becoming my reality. Today was just the beginning. Working at such a great company and spending time around my boss made my days feel worthwhile again.I was thrilled—filled with excitement and hope. But deep down, I couldn’t ignore the guilt bubbling beneath the surface. Scarlett didn’t deserve this, not my thoughts, not this tiny crush I was harboring. She was a kind person, and I knew better. At least I could focus on my amazing job and be grateful for how life was turning around."Ivy, are you in there?" Camila’s voice broke through my thoughts, her shout pulling me back to reality."Yeah!" I called, walking toward the door. As I opened it, her sharp eyes scanned me, her hands folded across her chest."Girl, where have you been?" she said, her tone teasing, but her expression laced with curiosity.A grin spread across her face. "I haven’t seen your ass in ages. Did you sleep at

I sat in my office, holding a pen in my right hand, absentmindedly twirling it as my thoughts consumed me. The only thing on my mind was my wife. I needed her, but she wasn’t answering any of my calls.We had a business trip to England coming up, and she was supposed to be there with me. I knew she was already aware of the trip, but I wasn’t sure if she even planned on coming to work today. I didn’t want to invade her space, yet at the same time, I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I said, and Miss Thompsons entered, dressed in a black suit, a stack of files in her right hand. Her long black hair flowed freely today, and she looked brighter than usual.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted.I responded with a nod.“I’m here to drop these off so you can go through them,” she said, placing the files neatly on my desk.“Thank you,” I mumbled.She gave me a small smile before adding, “I almost forgot—your wife called me. She

****Ten years ago****He was there, standing by his locker, pulling out a fresh set of clothes. His hair was damp with sweat, his muscles tense from playing ball. Jace had always been into sports—always surrounded by people, always just a little out of reach.This was my moment.I could hear my heart pounding with every step I took toward him. My palms were clammy, my breath uneven. He hadn’t noticed me yet; his back was turned as he rummaged through his things.I swallowed hard. "Hey, Jace," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. My cheeks burned with embarrassment the second the words left my lips.He turned, his brows lifting slightly in surprise. Was he shocked to see me—or just confused?"Uh, yeah?" he said, his voice casual, indifferent.I forced a small smile. "I know you probably don’t know me," I started, my fingers gripping the hem of my sweater. "But we have algebra together."His expression shifted. "Ohh, Ashley, right?"Disappointment hit me like a slap. He didn’t ev