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FLASHBACKS ATTACK ME
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2026-07-03 15:54:14
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Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises THE BROKEN PROMISE
The flashbacks are finally fading.It's been weeks since the nightmares started. Weeks of Ethan holding me through the darkness. Weeks of his voice pulling me back from the edge. Weeks of his presence reminding me that I'm not trapped in that hospital room anymore. The memories are still there, but they've lost their power. They're echoes now, not earthquakes. They're shadows, not monsters. They're whispers, not screams. They're ghosts that no longer haunt me. They're scars that no longer bleed. They're wounds that have finally healed.I'm in the kitchen. Making coffee. My hands are steady. My breath is even. The smell of the grounds doesn't send me spiraling anymore. The sunlight feels warm, not harsh. The world feels solid beneath my feet. The fear feels distant. The past feels like the past. The future feels like something I can hold. Like something I can trust.Ethan walks in. He's smiling. A real smile. The kind that reaches his eyes. The kind that makes my heart skip. The kind t
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises FLASHBACKS ATTACK ME
The night after his confession, I can't sleep.Every time I close my eyes, I'm back there. The hospital. The blinding fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead like angry insects, flickering, humming, making everything feel unreal. The smell of antiseptic and fear and something else—something that smelled like loss, like death, like the end of everything. The sound of the doctor's voice, flat and clinical, delivering the news that shattered my world into a million pieces I've been trying to piece back together ever since. The feeling of my heart breaking in my chest, cracking open, bleeding out."Your baby didn't survive. I'm so sorry. There was nothing we could do. The trauma was too severe. His injuries were too extensive."I wake up gasping. Sweating. My heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. The sheets are twisted around my legs like they're trying to trap me, like they're trying to pull me back into that nightmare. The room is dark, but the darkness doesn't feel safe—it f
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises I ALMOST TELL THE TRUTH
The night is deep now. The moon has drifted across the sky, silver light spilling through the kitchen window like liquid mercury, pooling on the tiles, catching the edges of his face, illuminating the shadows under his eyes. The argument is behind us, but something heavier has taken its place. Something that's been waiting in the shadows for years. Something that's been festering in the spaces between us. Something that's been begging to be spoken. Something that's been dying to be heard. Something that's been screaming in the silence.Ethan's grip on my wrist has loosened, but he hasn't let go. His thumb still presses against my pulse, a constant reminder that he's here. His breath is warm on my neck. His body is still close, still solid, still anchoring me to this moment. Still keeping me from floating away into the vast emptiness I inhabited before him. Still holding me to the earth. Still reminding me I'm real."Ava.""Mm?""I need to tell you something. Something I've been holdin
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises HIS GRIP ON MY WRIST
The argument fades.The kitchen is quiet. The moon is still bright through the window. The only sound is our breathing. The only movement is his thumb tracing circles on my skin. The only feeling is his hand wrapped around my wrist like an anchor. Like a lifeline. Like a promise. Like a prayer.Ethan is holding my wrist.Not tight. Not painful. Just there. His fingers wrapped around my skin. His thumb pressed against my pulse. Like he's checking to make sure I'm still alive. Like he's trying to memorize my rhythm. Like he's trying to prove to himself this is real. Like he's trying to convince himself I won't disappear. Like he's trying to hold onto something he's terrified of losing. Like he's trying to keep me from floating away."Ethan?""Yes?""Your hand. You're still holding me. You haven't let go. You're still holding my wrist. You haven't moved at all.""What about it? What's wrong with it? Does it hurt? Am I hurting you? Tell me if I'm hurting you. I'll stop.""You're holding m
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises MIDNIGHT ARGUMENT
The clock strikes midnight.I'm in the kitchen. Can't sleep. Can't stop thinking about him. Can't stop replaying the almost-kiss. Can't stop wondering what tomorrow will bring. Can't stop hoping. Can't stop fearing. Can't stop wanting. Can't stop needing. Can't stop aching.Ethan walks in. His hair is messy. His eyes are tired. He looks like he's been tossing and turning too. Like he's been fighting the same battle. Like he's been losing the same war. Like he's been waiting for this moment. Like he's been praying for it. Like he's been dreaming of it."Can't sleep?""Can't stop thinking. Can't shut my brain off. Can't quiet my heart. Can't calm my mind. Can't stop hoping. Can't stop wishing.""Same. I've been lying there for hours. Just staring at the ceiling. Just waiting for morning. Just waiting for you. Just waiting for this. Just waiting for us."He pours water. Hands me a glass. His fingers brush mine. Electric. Familiar. Everything I've been missing. Everything I've been cravin
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises YOU STILL REMEMBER ME
The morning after the almost-kiss, I can't stop thinking about it.His breath on my lips. His hand on the wall. His voice in my ear. The way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. The way his heart raced against my palm. The way he said "tomorrow" like it was a sacred promise. The way he walked away and left me breathless. The way he made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. The way he made me feel like I was home. The way he made me feel like I was finally found. The way he made me feel like I was everything. The way he made me feel like I was enough.I'm in the kitchen. Making coffee. My hands are shaking. My mind is elsewhere. I can't focus on anything except the memory of his face inches from mine. The memory of his voice saying my name like it was a prayer. The memory of his eyes promising forever. The memory of his body pressing me against the wall. The memory of his heart beating against my hand. The memory of his soul reachin
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises COLD AIR, COLDER EYES
The prison visitation room smells like disinfectant and despair.Gray walls. Gray floor. Gray light filtering through barred windows. The kind of light that makes everything look washed out. Dead. Ethan stands at the glass partition, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His jaw is tight. His shou
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises YOU WORK FOR ME NOW
The motel room door explodes inward.Men in black. Tactical gear. Guns drawn. The fluorescent light from the hallway floods the room like a searchlight."Get on the ground! Now!"Ethan throws himself over Noah. His body covers our son completely. His hand finds my arm. Pulls me down too."Federal a
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises I REFUSE TO SHAKE
The FBI building looks like a prison with better lighting.Vanessa walks ahead of me. Heels clicking on marble. Hair perfect. Suit expensive. She looks like she owns the place instead of being a witness in a federal investigation."Stop staring," she says without turning around."Stop looking like
Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises YOU WORK FOR ME NOW
The house in the hills smells like dust and forgotten things.Vanessa's mother's house. Old lace curtains. Yellowed photographs. A piano no one plays anymore."There's coffee in the kitchen," Vanessa says. "There's also a gun in the drawer next to the coffee. Don't touch it unless you need it."I s
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