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Chapter 37: final
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MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 38: I'm sorry
I stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawling endlessly below me like a breathing, restless beast. The height was staggering—so high that just looking down made the pit of my stomach twist. The wind tugged at my clothes and hair, cool against my skin, and for a brief second, vertigo teased me, tempting my balance. I wrapped my arms around myself, not out of fear, but to hold in everything that was threatening to break free from inside.Even though it hurts—God, it hurts—I’ve never let myself believe that death was my escape. Not once. And I still won’t. That isn’t my way out. I came here for a reason, not because I’m weak or desperate, but because this rooftop… this strange, windblown ledge above the world… is where Luke asked me to meet him.I don’t know why he always chooses rooftops instead of a café, a park, or literally anywhere safer or more grounded. Maybe he likes the symbolism—being high up, detached, above the noise. Maybe he thinks it’s romantic. I don’t know. But
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 37: final
The silence thickened in the room long after Luke’s words had fallen flat, settling around us like soot in the aftermath of something scorched. It clung to the air, to my skin, to the edges of my breath—too dense to ignore, too loaded to cut through. Behind me, I could still feel Travian. Not touching. Not speaking. Just standing there, unmoving. But his warmth radiated like a low-burning flame behind my back—quiet, fierce, unrelenting.And yet... he didn’t speak.He didn’t stop Luke.And that—that—was the part that rattled me the most.Luke’s voice broke through, gentle but too hopeful. “Alright then,” he said, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “How about tomorrow?”I managed a nod, though the motion felt hollow, like I wasn’t entirely present in my own skin. “Sure,” I murmured. “Tomorrow’s fine.”Travian’s fingers tapped once against the wooden kitchen frame. One dull, intentional thud.A single beat.A warning, perhaps.Or a statement.Maybe both.Tessa exhaled lou
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 36: maybe
I watched Travian’s broad back disappear into the kitchen, his silhouette framed by the soft, warm light spilling from within. The faint clatter of pots and dishes reached my ears, a comforting background to the quiet storm still brewing inside me. My heart remained full—swollen with a happiness I couldn't quite describe—as I sat there, nervously playing with my fingers, twining them together and pulling them apart like some fidgety child.Then came a knock. Sudden. Jarring. It pulled me out of the moment like a hand grabbing me by the collar.I blinked and instinctively turned to glance toward the kitchen entrance. Travian was still occupied, his back to me, busy with something I couldn't see. I hesitated for a second, then pushed myself to my feet and made my way toward the door.I was only dressed in one of his oversized long-sleeve shirts, the sleeves covering half of my hands, the hem grazing the top of his boxers that barely hung on my hips. My own clothes were torn—ripped with
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 35: yes, I will mend your broken heart.
I woke up, drawn out of sleep by the sweet, inviting aroma that drifted lazily through the air and curled around my senses. It tugged gently at my stomach, causing it to growl in eager anticipation. Blinking myself awake, eyes fluttering open like reluctant petals in the morning sun, I was welcomed by the sight of his beautiful, smiley face—so bright, so warm—that for a moment, it felt like the room itself glowed with his presence.Warmth pooled in my chest, spreading like sunlight on cold skin. And somewhere deep inside, butterflies stirred to life, flapping softly, excitedly. My belly danced with their fluttering wings, a silent celebration of the man who made my mornings feel this magical."I made you lunch," he said softly, his voice dipped in tenderness as he settled on the bed beside me, balancing the tray of food carefully on his thighs.I smiled instinctively—the kind of smile that doesn’t ask for permission from the brain. It just blooms, wild and free, born from something re
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 34: His mouth, my Sanctuary.
Then, ever so slowly, he pulled his head back, his lips gliding along my shaft with an agonizing tenderness, only to descend again, taking me whole. He repeated the motion, again and again, every stroke of his mouth building a devastatingly beautiful pleasure inside me. It was so intense, so overwhelming, that I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over, rolling silently down my cheeks like a stream too full to hold back.My breath hitched, and I gasped aloud, crying out his name—the name I had grown to love, to crave, to whisper in the depths of my soul. And when I said it now, it came out like a song, a soft prayer full of longing and awe. It sounded beautiful—more than beautiful, it sounded right. I opened my eyes through the blur of tears, and there he was, still staring up at me with those soulful eyes, now brimming with tears of his own. Yet he never once looked away.That gaze… it anchored me. I felt seen, acknowledged, wanted—no, worshipped. Just as he had promised.His warm,
MEND ME IF YOU CAN. Chapter 33: His to consume
I didn’t know what I was saying—but I said it after all. The words had already left my mouth before I could stop them. And then, silence.It dragged between us like a heavy curtain slowly descending between two actors at the end of a play. The longer it lingered, the more I felt my heart tightening, soaking itself in dread and anticipation inside my chest, bracing for the blow of his rejection.I waited—quietly tortured by the possibility that he would say those words I knew would be the end of me. And yet, against all reason, my heart still raced in hope, holding onto the wild thought that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t.Then he moved.And I trembled in the stillness. The moment was so delicate, so intense, that I barely dared to breathe. I couldn’t think, couldn’t predict what his next move would be—and then, in a heartbeat, he grabbed me. Swiftly. Possessively. And kissed me.That kiss.It left me full—yet burning with desire and a hunger that clawed at my insides. It was the kind
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