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2025-08-27 18:22:13"He said he’d come back for me, but how do you wait for someone who already shattered you?"
Arielle – POV His message still sat on my screen: “I’ll come back for you. I swear it. – X” My finger hovered over it. Delete. Archive. Screenshot. I did nothing. I just stared. A part of me wanted to text back. To tell him I believed him. That I missed him. That I needed him. But the other part of me — the louder, colder, wounded part — stayed silent. Because if Xavier was leaving, then maybe I had to learn how to be strong without him. Xavier – POV I stood at the edge of the pool behind our estate, shirtless, drunk on emotions, fists clenched. I hadn’t told her the worst part. I wasn’t just transferring schools… I was being sent out of the country. My father’s punishment for disobedience had always been exile. This time, it was a boarding school in New York. Cold. Foreign. Isolated. The only thing colder than that dorm would be my chest without her in it. I needed to see her. Touch her. One more time. That Night – Arielle’s POV A knock came at 12:03 a.m. I was already awake. No nightmares. Just insomnia shaped like Xavier Knight. I opened the door slowly, heart slamming against my ribs. And there he was. Hair tousled. Hoodie half-zipped. Eyes stormy. "Can I come in?" he asked softly. I didn’t answer. I just stepped aside. 🔥 Adult Content 🔥 He didn’t touch me at first. He just stood there, eyes roaming my face like he was memorizing me. Then suddenly, he moved—grabbing my face and kissing me like he was drowning and I was oxygen. Our lips crashed. Teeth. Tongue. Heat. His hands slipped beneath my shirt. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered against my mouth. I didn’t. Clothes peeled. Breath caught. Fingers explored like they had a map memorized. His mouth found my neck, then my chest. My fingers tangled in his hair as he pushed me onto the bed. He trailed kisses down my stomach, slow and hungry. Then he whispered, “One last time…” And I gave in. It wasn’t just pleasure. It was desperation. Like saying goodbye with our bodies. Later – Arielle’s POV We lay there, bodies tangled under the sheets, chest to chest. “Don’t go,” I whispered. His throat bobbed. “If I stay, he’ll ruin you.” “Maybe I’m already ruined.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead, and said nothing. That silence? It was louder than any scream. Mr. Knight – POV I watched the video feed from the camera hidden outside her house. So predictable. He ran to her. Again. I texted someone: “Initiate Step Two. File transfer now. I want her gone before Monday.” I didn’t care how. As long as it ended them. Aunt May – POV I saw him leave just before dawn. His hoodie zipped. His expression blank. I made coffee and waited until Arielle came out. She looked wrecked. Eyes swollen. Lips bruised. Shirt wrinkled. "Did you sleep at all?" I asked. She blinked slowly. “Not really.” “Did you sleep with him?” She froze. I already knew the answer. But I didn’t yell. I didn’t shame her. I just took her hand. “Love isn’t weakness,” I said. “But silence can be.” She nodded. And cried for real this time. School – That Morning – Arielle’s POV Everyone stared. Again. But this time, I didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them burn. He was leaving and I was surviving. That's all that mattered. Xavier’s POV I left a note on her desk before my last class: > “You’re not my mistake. You’re the only thing that’s ever made sense.” Then I walked out of the room. Out of the school. Out of the city. Days Later – Arielle’s POV He was gone. No goodbye kiss. No goodbye fight. Just silence. But the silence didn’t last long. Because then the notice came. Official School Notice – Read by Mira > "Effective immediately, Arielle Brooks has been temporarily suspended from school due to a breach in student conduct involving inappropriate content posted online." I dropped the paper. What? Suspended? They blamed me? Mr. Knight – POV Two down. One to go. All it would take now was making sure the school board refused to reinstate her. Then Xavier would forget her. And I’d have won. Aunt May – POV I called the school. Fought. Screamed. But no one listened. Until I showed up with a lawyer. Because if they thought this girl was alone — they were dead wrong. Arielle – POV I sat on my bed. Suspended. Alone. Humiliated. Bruised in ways no one could see. Then my phone pinged. “I’m coming back. Don’t let go of us. – X” And even though everything was breaking, that message lit something inside me. Not hope. Not yet. But maybe… Fire.
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