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ECHOES OF GUILT
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2025-10-18 22:39:57
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MY SAVING DOOM FINALLY SOMEONE TO LET IT OUT ON
As I walked into work that morning, something felt… off. Not in the “the-gods-are-after-me-again” way, but in a quieter, more unsettling way. Like my spirit was three steps behind my body. I blinked at the clock and I was early. Me. Early. For work. wow.Even worse?Claire was already there.She looked up from the register, one eyebrow raised. “I didn’t know you’d be here this early.”I dropped my bag behind the counter, rubbing my palms together for warmth. “This is early for you… this is normal work time for me, pretty.”She gave me that look, that Claire look that said she saw ten layers deeper than anyone should be able to see. “Okay… I said I wasn’t going to ask this, but tell me what’s been going on with you, Nanya. You’ve been so out of everything.”“You won’t believe me even if I tell you,” I said, and for once it wasn’t sarcasm. It was the truth. The honest, ridiculous truth.“You can’t tell until you try me,” she said confidently.I gave her my look, the one that usually sca
MY SAVING DOOM THEN LET ME BURN
DAMIAN’S POVSeeing her that shaken broke something in me.I held her until her breathing softened, until the tremors faded from her fingers, until exhaustion finally dragged her under. Only then did I lay her gently on the bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders.For a moment, I just stood there. Watching her sleep.The rise and fall of her chest.The peace she fought so hard for.The peace someone dared disturb.The mark on my wrist pulsed. Anger, protective instinct, and something far more ancient twisting inside me.I walked out.And I didn’t bother masking my presence. The walls trembled with each step I took. Servants froze mid-bow as I passed them, their faces draining of color. They sensed the storm inside me, the power barely held in check.I dismissed their greetings with a flick of my hand and headed straight for her chamber.I didn’t knock.I didn’t need to.I pushed the door open so hard it rattled the hinges.She stood there, in the center of the room, draped in blac
MY SAVING DOOM ... I DID.
When I walked into my apartment that evening, I half expected him to be there. It was ridiculous, honestly. The way my heart lifted just a little before crashing right back into my chest like a stone in water. The room was empty. Too empty. The kind of empty that echoed. I’d never realized silence could hurt, but tonight it did. It pressed into my skin, crawled into my lungs, settled into my bones. I dropped my bag on the floor and just… stood there. Everything felt wrong. The air. The light. The familiar walls. As if the world had been rearranged while I wasn’t looking. As if something huge had cracked open inside me, and now I didn’t know how to stitch it back together. I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, hands buried in my hair. Trying. Trying so damn hard to remember. That voice. That place. That person. I knew them. I am sure I knew them. Not the way you know a stranger in a dream. No. This was deeper. Older. As if a part of me recognized them before I
MY SAVING DOOM I CAN FEEL YOU EVERYWHERE
The world tilted—just slightly at first—before the noise came rushing back. The hum of the espresso machine. The faint hiss of milk steaming. The clatter of a spoon.And then—her voice.“A latte with almond milk,” the woman at the counter said, tapping her nails impatiently against the glass.I blinked. The sudden clarity burned. I was standing behind the counter, apron on, hands trembling slightly, as though the air itself had just spat me back into existence.“I—uh, right. Almond milk,” I stammered, forcing myself into motion. My heart pounded. The world around me looked too bright, too ordinary, too real.I moved on instinct—grabbed a cup, poured, steamed, frothed, smiled like nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong.When I handed the drink to her, she took one sip and immediately shrieked, “What the hell is this? Almond milk, bitch! What’s this crap you gave me?”The cup hit the counter hard. I flinched.“I—I’m sorry,” I said quickly, reaching for the cup, trying to calm her d
MY SAVING DOOM THE VOICE THAT WEARS HER FACE
Nothing had prepared me for what I found myself in.It felt like the world had folded in on itself — the café, the laughter, even the smell of coffee all gone. The air was still, too still, and every breath I took sounded like it echoed into forever.Everywhere was empty—hollow, yet humming with a strange, unseen energy. The air was thick, almost alive, as if the space itself breathed. Then I heard it—my name, carried on a whisper that bent through the silence.“…Nanya… Nanya…”I turned sharply, scanning the endless void. Nothing. The voice came again. "...Nanya...." closer this time, familiar enough to make my heart twist.“Claire?” I whispered.From the shadows, she stepped forward—but this wasn’t the Claire I knew. My Claire laughed too loud, spilled coffee on her apron, and wore chaos like perfume. This Claire… moved with purpose. Every step echoed, commanding the space. Dressed entirely in black, her eyes glowed faintly, sharp and cold. Power radiated off her like heat. This Cla
MY SAVING DOOM ... Nanya...
Finally, I’m genuinely happy.This—this is the way it should be. Peace. Happiness. Everything good. For once, it feels like the world has stopped spinning against me, and I can breathe without guilt weighing down my lungs.Since my childhood, I’ve carried a burden too heavy for small shoulders—the guilt of my parents’ separation. It’s strange how something you never chose can still define every piece of you. I wasn’t even supposed to exist. I was the mistake that refused to disappear. The stubborn seed that survived the morning-after pill, clinging to life even when no one wanted me to. And because of that one act of defiance—simply existing—I became the reason two confused teenagers had to grow up too fast.My mother paid the price first. Her parents disowned her, and she was left standing alone in a world that suddenly seemed too cruel, too cold. My father stayed for a while, but the weight of it all—poverty, disappointment, resentment—crushed him until he walked away too. And someh
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