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ROSALIND

Author: Lolaa V
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-23 21:34:11
I hated myself and every inch of the soft bed I was lying in mocked me. The white sheets, the faint scent of antiseptic and lavender reminded me of my own weakness. I shouldn’t have come here. I should’ve withstood it, his beast, his presence, his power. I should’ve looked him dead in the eye and not flinched, not crumbled like I did.

“Pathetic,” I muttered under my breath, turning again in the bed, wincing as a dull ache shot through my ribs. I cursed quietly, dragging my arm over my eyes. I should’ve stayed standing. I should’ve stayed strong.

Instead, I lay there like some wounded pup in the healing center. The day had grown brighter; sunlight leaked through the blinds in sharp, golden lines, and I could hear the soft hum of students walking past the hallway... laughing, gossiping, living. The world didn’t stop because I broke.

My body ached, my pride stung worse, and I cursed myself under my breath for looking weak. For being weak. For crumbling like some fragile thing in front of
Lolaa V

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