I took a few deep breaths, the sharp sting of pain anchoring me to reality, before cautiously pushing myself up from the hospital bed. My body protested with every movement—burning ribs, a lingering headache from the mild concussion, and the dull ache of scraped skin. Each time I tried to stand, my ribs reminded me with a harsh stab of pain. They’d been weakened long before the crash; the impact had simply taken advantage of their fragility. Before surgery, under anesthesia, I had felt invincible, but now every inch of my body reminded me that I was anything but.With painstaking effort, I made my way to the center of the room. Denise had gone to fetch my discharge papers and the few belongings I needed for the ride home. I knew I had only a moment—a small, precious window to enact my plan before she returned.Steadying myself on trembling legs, I inch-walked across the linoleum floor. The cool tiles pressed against my socks, offering a weird kind of comfort. In a daze of pain and adr
The world around me is a haze—soft, shifting, almost dreamlike. Everything blurs together: the ceiling, the lights, the muffled sound of tires speeding over uneven asphalt. My eyelids flutter, barely lifting. I feel weightless and heavy all at once. The whole world feels like it's tilting sideways. Everything fades to black… then lurches back again. A wave of nausea rolls through me. “Harold, hurry the fuck up!” The voice is sharp, raw, commanding—cutting through the fog in my head like lightning through mist. “Hey—look at me. Hey. Come on, stay with me, love. Just keep those eyes open for me, yeah?” There’s a shift. Warmth. A presence. Someone’s voice—familiar, grounding. It curls around me like a lifeline. “Open those pretty eyes for me, Monella… please.” His hand finds my face, cupping my jaw with a softness that feels too gentle for all the chaos surrounding us. His thumb brushes over my cheek, anchoring me. My head leans into his touch on instinct. “Everything… everythin
My head is spinning ,I feel super dizzy , I can’t believe that the voice that has been ringing in my head for days and nights on end ,the same voice I have been trying to remember for so long was finally being played like a symphony for me . He was here , I don't know how or why but all I know was that the man I couldn't stop thinking about ,the man that plagued my dreams but anytime I opened my eyes, I couldn't remember his face or voice , the only thing that cling to my memory was his intimidating aura and now he was here ,right in front me again . “don’t you remember begging for death? “ he says coldly with a sneer .Leaving me shivering on the spot . Just as I remembered ,cold and detached ,his voice laced with a hint of danger and mystery that makes you crave the next words he utters more than air , His voice is so hypnotic you fall into a trance ,knowing fully well that if he demands you to jump, you would ask how high without hesitation ,ready to do anything to hear him say m
“miss …hey miss” I slowly open my eyes but immediately shut them when my eyes make contact with really bright blinding lights . “Miss are you okay “ a voice asks me again ,the voice I immediately recognizes as that of a man is laced with concern,my nerves come alive once again and I suddenly feel the coolness of the hard concrete under my back ,my whole body that had been humming with numbness buzzed to life with pain . “o..o…uch”the words wheeze past my lips with maximum efforts ,I feel my lungs caving in with much difficulty ,the throbbing and the numbness taking over my senses Who am I What the hell is going on What is happening “oh mi ... .ss, miss are you okay” the man's voice sounds again bringing more of my senses alive ,the more the seconds go by the more things come back to me . My name is Alexandra Ross ,I am 23 years old ,I was just coming from a club where I left my best friend who was lying to my face ,but it's not her fault because she is losing her grip on
“Enmeshment”“That is what Mia has “he says calmly, his eyes bored into mine .“What is that “Ryan's expression was serious. "What I am about to explain to you. Is Something that might help you understand what's going on with Mia,so you can understand her reasons for do what she did “I nodded, intrigued. “So explain it to me “Ryan took a deep breath. “Enmeshment. It's a psychological concept that describes a situation where two or more people become overly involved in each other's lives. They lose their sense of identity and autonomy, and their boundaries become blurred."I frowned, trying to understand. "What do you mean?"Ryan's eyes locked onto mine. "In the case of you and Mia, it means that Mia has become so close that she is no longer sure where one of you ends and the other begins. You're like two threads that have become tangled together."I felt a pang of guilt, is that how she has been feeling all this while .Ryan's expression was gentle. "Enmeshment can be unhealthy,
Security guards rushed towards the scene, trying to break up the fight between Anastasia and I. Ryan quickly grabbed my hand and Mia's hand ,dragging us away from the commotion and Anastasia screaming about her broken nose and hair loss courtesy of me . "Come on, let's get out of here," he says ,his voice firm but calm. We follow him to a quiet alleyway behind the club, where we collapse against the wall, panting. Mia looked up at Ryan, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Thanks for saving us, Ryan. I owe you one “ Ryan smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No problem, Mia. But maybe next time, you can avoid getting into fights, huh?" Mia grinned. "No promises." “At least my plan was working great till David showed up “Mia says, kicking a can in anger . Ryan's eyes flicked to me, and I felt a surge of embarrassment. “What plan?" I repeat my question when Mia is still and nobody answers me , my voice sharp. "What plan,What do you mean?" “Umm,I…I…”Mia stammers out of control w