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Chapter 60

Author: Invincible Pen
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-04 15:18:14

The streets had gone eerily silent by the time I left the small market, clutching the few coins and scraps Grandma had managed to spare. The usual laughter of children had vanished, shutters were drawn tight, and even the stray dogs seemed to have melted into the shadows. Overhead, the sky sagged heavy and gray, the kind of suffocating dusk that pressed down on your chest and made each breath feel like borrowed air.

I should have hurried home. I knew better than to wander too long after dark, knew the kind of eyes that prowled these streets when the world grew quiet. But something in me hesitated, lingering. Maybe I was tired of the endless running, tired of clutching at scraps, tired of the constant gnawing ache in my chest that never seemed to fade.

And then I felt it—eyes.

A slow, deliberate weight sliding down my spine, burrowing deep under my skin. My steps faltered, my pulse stumbled, and before I could turn, a voice, low and poisoned with mockery, split the silence.

“Well, look
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  • MEND ME IF YOU CAN.   Chapter 61

    Sleep never came.I lay there for hours, sprawled on the thin mattress, the rough blanket tangled around my legs like shackles. My body trembled despite the lingering warmth of the dying embers in the hearth, exhaustion pressing on me like a mountain I couldn’t climb. My eyes burned raw, refusing to close, every blink stinging as if grit were lodged beneath my lids. The silence of the cottage should have been soothing, but it wasn’t silent to me—it was the steady drumbeat of a curse echoing in my skull.Three days.The number repeated itself over and over, pounding against my temples, crawling into my veins until it became a rhythm I couldn’t escape. Three days. Three days. Three days. Every repetition was a hammer striking bone, merciless and unrelenting.When the first gray fingers of dawn stretched through the cracks in the shutters, pale and cold, I was still awake, staring at the ceiling’s sagging beams. The faint light crept across the floor, painting shadows that seemed to shif

  • MEND ME IF YOU CAN.   Chapter 60

    The streets had gone eerily silent by the time I left the small market, clutching the few coins and scraps Grandma had managed to spare. The usual laughter of children had vanished, shutters were drawn tight, and even the stray dogs seemed to have melted into the shadows. Overhead, the sky sagged heavy and gray, the kind of suffocating dusk that pressed down on your chest and made each breath feel like borrowed air.I should have hurried home. I knew better than to wander too long after dark, knew the kind of eyes that prowled these streets when the world grew quiet. But something in me hesitated, lingering. Maybe I was tired of the endless running, tired of clutching at scraps, tired of the constant gnawing ache in my chest that never seemed to fade.And then I felt it—eyes.A slow, deliberate weight sliding down my spine, burrowing deep under my skin. My steps faltered, my pulse stumbled, and before I could turn, a voice, low and poisoned with mockery, split the silence.“Well, look

  • MEND ME IF YOU CAN.   Chapter 59

    The village had never felt threatening before. When I first arrived, its quiet streets and unhurried rhythm had been a balm to my weary soul—a place where I could finally breathe without fear, where the air tasted clean and the silence felt safe. The cobbled paths, the scent of woodsmoke from nearby chimneys, the occasional laughter of children running barefoot across the square—all of it had wrapped me in a sense of calm that I hadn’t known in years.But now, that same calm mocked me. Every corner felt sharper than I remembered, every shadow stretched too deep, as though the darkness itself was holding its breath, waiting. The same streets that once promised refuge now whispered danger with every step I took.Grandma noticed, of course. She always did. She never used the word jumpy, but the way her eyes lingered on me told me she had already measured the tension in my shoulders, the way my hands trembled when I thought no one was looking. Those eyes had weathered more storms than I c

  • MEND ME IF YOU CAN.   Chapter 58

    The day slipped by in fragments, like shards of glass scattered across the floor. Each moment caught the light for a second, then faded into the dull weight pressing on my chest. The hum of the village drifted through the walls, soft and constant, carrying with it the faint chatter of neighbors trading gossip, children chasing each other barefoot, and the low creak of carts on the gravel road. Even the smell of bread rising in Grandma’s oven—a scent that once pulled me into the heart of comfort—felt distant now. I could see the world, hear it, almost touch it, but I wasn’t part of it.It was as if I lived inside a glass box. Everything close, yet sealed away.My thoughts circled the same words, like vultures refusing to leave a carcass.You owe me. Don’t fail me.The weight of them pressed against my chest, sharp as broken glass, and no matter how I shifted, I couldn’t shake them off.I sat on the porch as the sun dipped lower, streaking the sky with bruised orange and fading pink. My

  • MEND ME IF YOU CAN.   Chapter 57

    The city was supposed to be the next chapter. A place where Travian and I could breathe freely, where the dust of our pasts would finally settle. We had spoken about it so many times—what it would be like to walk the crowded streets hand in hand, to build something steady, something ours.But life never unfolds in clean, straight lines.Travian had been pulled away, tangled in family matters he couldn’t ignore. I understood, even if a small, selfish part of me wished he’d chosen me over them. When he asked me to stay behind in the village until everything was settled, I agreed. His voice carried a quiet reassurance, the kind that made me believe that distance was only temporary.So here I was. Waiting.The days blurred together, slow and quiet. The evenings were my favorite, because they ended with him. Our calls were the rope that held me steady, his voice weaving through the silence like a balm. Tonight was no different. We had spoken until I felt my chest unclench, until laughter p

  • MEND ME IF YOU CAN.   Chapter 56: Start all over.

    His fingers trailed down my sides, brushing every inch like he was mapping me out all over again—touch by touch, sigh by sigh. It wasn’t rushed, not anymore. It was slow and intentional, like a man rediscovering a favorite song, memorizing each note as though he feared forgetting the melody. His touch was reverent, like each pass of his hand was both apology and adoration, a silent confession written against my skin.His lips followed his fingers. Neck. Shoulder. Breast. He took his time there, wrapping his lips around my nipple, sucking gently before dragging his tongue over it, teasing me until my back arched and a soft moan escaped my lips. My stomach clenched with every kiss, every flick of his tongue—small fires lit in the hollow of my body, blooming in places I thought had gone numb. He kissed me like I was art. Something he couldn’t get enough of. Something worth revering. And with each press of his lips, he poured something unspoken into me—something gentle, something raw, som

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