LOGIN“What do you mean that you’re done… and that you’re leaving? When did you decide this?”“How long have you been thinking about this? Have you been planning to leave me this entire time?” Mia asks accusingly, and I stay silent.To be honest, the thought came only just now… well, after my talk with Ryan.“Hi Ryan… um, before the whole mess at the club, Mia gave me your number, just in case I wanted to have sex with you… well, not like I want to have sex with you.”“But I’m not saying I don’t want to have sex with you either. I mean—since you were pretending to be interested in me, I’m sure you don’t actually want to have sex with me.”“But I’m not assuming! I hate when people do that. So if you did want to have sex with me, that’s totally fine… but I don’t mean fine like we should—I just mean it would be fine if you wanted to. But if you don’t, that’s totally fine as well.”“I feel like I’ve used the word sex too much, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been rambling, so… do me a favor and ignore
“What do you mean that you’re done… and that you’re leaving? When did you decide this?”“How long have you been thinking about this? Have you been planning to leave me this entire time?” Mia asks accusingly, and I stay silent.To be honest, the thought came only just now… well, after my talk with Ryan.“Hi Ryan… um, before the whole mess at the club, Mia gave me your number, just in case I wanted to have sex with you… well, not like I want to have sex with you.”“But I’m not saying I don’t want to have sex with you either. I mean—since you were pretending to be interested in me, I’m sure you don’t actually want to have sex with me.”“But I’m not assuming! I hate when people do that. So if you did want to have sex with me, that’s totally fine… but I don’t mean fine like we should—I just mean it would be fine if you wanted to. But if you don’t, that’s totally fine as well.”“I feel like I’ve used the word sex too much, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been rambling, so… do me a favor and ignore
“Oh my God, girl, I hate you. Like, I *seriously* hate you. You're dead to me—do you get that, biatch?” Mia continued her dramatic rant as she drove me and Denise back to her apartment after my discharge. Luckily for us, Denise’s shift had ended about an hour later, so we all agreed to kick off our sleepover early.“Deni girl, don’t you hate this biatch too?” Mia asked, full-on theater mode.They both burst into hysterical laughter as they continue their exaggerated conversion “Yeah,” Denise chimed in, grinning. “She owes me for not introducing us sooner!”I rolled my eyes and playfully shoved her. “Traitors, both of you.”“You said it *Deni girl*,” Mia exclaimed, throwing a dramatic look my way. “Like, seriously, Lexi—how could you keep such a gem away from me? We’re both gems, and we deserve to shine together!” She winked at Denise, who responded by blowing her a kiss.I looked between the two of them, smiling at how quickly they were bonding. “Really? If both of you are gems, th
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







