MasukPoint de vue de Brielle
Nous avons encore un peu bavardé de choses futiles, de ses plats préférés et des personnes qui lui manquaient. Finalement, elle s'est essuyée le visage et s'est levée.
« Merci », a-t-elle souri. « Je me sens mieux. »
« Tant mieux », ai-je répondu.
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Lancelot's POV“Sit your butt down! The fuck is wrong with you?!” My father yelled aloud."I love her!" I exclaimed.The words came out before I could stop them.My father looked at me and froze. For the first time since Brielle disappeared, he looked genuinely shocked.I stood in front of everyone, breathing hard, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles hurt."I love her," I repeated.The admission felt strange, not because it wasn't true but because I hadn't planned on saying it to him or to anyone.Not when everything was falling apart. My father stared at me long and hard."Lancelot...""I do." I ran a hand through my hair like I was helpless. Maybe I was."Damn it, Dad. I love her."The room felt too small. Every thought in my head was tangled together with fear, anger, confusion and guilt.They all crashed into each other as I paced across the office.Then turned back. "I can't believe she would do this."The words hurt coming out. I wasn't even sure what I believed anymore.A
Lancelot's POV“Sit your butt down! The fuck is wrong with you?!” My father yelled aloud."I love her!" I exclaimed.The words came out before I could stop them.My father looked at me and froze. For the first time since Brielle disappeared, he looked genuinely shocked.I stood in front of everyone, breathing hard, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles hurt."I love her," I repeated.The admission felt strange, not because it wasn't true but because I hadn't planned on saying it to him or to anyone.Not when everything was falling apart. My father stared at me long and hard."Lancelot...""I do." I ran a hand through my hair like I was helpless. Maybe I was."Damn it, Dad. I love her."The room felt too small. Every thought in my head was tangled together with fear, anger, confusion and guilt.They all crashed into each other as I paced across the office.Then turned back. "I can't believe she would do this."The words hurt coming out. I wasn't even sure what I believed anymore.A
Lancelot's POV“Sit your butt down! The fuck is wrong with you?!” My father yelled aloud."I love her!" I exclaimed.The words came out before I could stop them.My father looked at me and froze. For the first time since Brielle disappeared, he looked genuinely shocked.I stood in front of everyone, breathing hard, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles hurt."I love her," I repeated.The admission felt strange, not because it wasn't true but because I hadn't planned on saying it to him or to anyone.Not when everything was falling apart. My father stared at me long and hard."Lancelot...""I do." I ran a hand through my hair like I was helpless. Maybe I was."Damn it, Dad. I love her."The room felt too small. Every thought in my head was tangled together with fear, anger, confusion and guilt.They all crashed into each other as I paced across the office.Then turned back. "I can't believe she would do this."The words hurt coming out. I wasn't even sure what I believed anymore.A
Lancelot's POV“Sit your butt down! The fuck is wrong with you?!” My father yelled aloud."I love her!" I exclaimed.The words came out before I could stop them.My father looked at me and froze. For the first time since Brielle disappeared, he looked genuinely shocked.I stood in front of everyone, breathing hard, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles hurt."I love her," I repeated.The admission felt strange, not because it wasn't true but because I hadn't planned on saying it to him or to anyone.Not when everything was falling apart. My father stared at me long and hard."Lancelot...""I do." I ran a hand through my hair like I was helpless. Maybe I was."Damn it, Dad. I love her."The room felt too small. Every thought in my head was tangled together with fear, anger, confusion and guilt.They all crashed into each other as I paced across the office.Then turned back. "I can't believe she would do this."The words hurt coming out. I wasn't even sure what I believed anymore.A
Lancelot's POV“Sit your butt down! The fuck is wrong with you?!” My father yelled aloud."I love her!" I exclaimed.The words came out before I could stop them.My father looked at me and froze. For the first time since Brielle disappeared, he looked genuinely shocked.I stood in front of everyone, breathing hard, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles hurt."I love her," I repeated.The admission felt strange, not because it wasn't true but because I hadn't planned on saying it to him or to anyone.Not when everything was falling apart. My father stared at me long and hard."Lancelot...""I do." I ran a hand through my hair like I was helpless. Maybe I was."Damn it, Dad. I love her."The room felt too small. Every thought in my head was tangled together with fear, anger, confusion and guilt.They all crashed into each other as I paced across the office.Then turned back. "I can't believe she would do this."The words hurt coming out. I wasn't even sure what I believed anymore.A
Point de vue de LancelotLe Bêta ouvrit de nouveau la bouche dès que nous entrâmes. J'étais prêt à le remettre à sa place, mais avant que je puisse dire un mot, mon père me saisit le bras brutalement.« Lancelot. » Sa voix était calme.Trop calme.D'habitude, cela signifiait qu'il était en colère.Je serrai les dents.Le Bêta affichait une satisfaction exaspérante. J'avais envie de lui effacer cette expression du visage.Mon père me tira à l'écart, loin de la table. Assez loin pour que les autres ne puissent pas nous entendre.« Quoi ? » lâchai-je sèchement.Ses yeux se plissèrent dangereusement. « Maîtrise-toi, Lancelot. »« Il a appelé Brielle… »« J'ai entendu ce qu'il a dit. »« Alors pourquoi ne fais-tu rien ? »Mon père soupira. Un soupir las. Le genre de soupir qui le vieillissait.« Parce que, contrairement à toi, je réfléchis. »Cela m'agaça encore plus. « Moi aussi, je réfléchis. »« Non. Tu réagis. »Je croisai les bras.Mon père se frotta le front.« Nous ne pouvons pas ré






