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Chapter 43
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2026-07-11 15:37:49
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Miguel The first thing I registered before the sun even cleared the horizon was an unfamiliar sense of rightness. It was far too right. For a few seconds of absolute bliss, I simply lay there with my eyes closed, letting myself sink into the unaccustomed warmth curled directly against my side. The world outside the window was still cast in the quiet shades of pre-dawn, and inside the room, the air was cool. But where our bodies met, there was a radiating heat that felt too natural, a magnetic pull that had been operating without my permission while we slept.Then memory rushed back like a pin popping a balloon, sharp and sudden.Penelope.I opened my eyes slowly, the reality of the situation settling heavily onto my chest. She was fast asleep, her head tucked perfectly beneath my chin in a space that felt like it had been carved out specifically for her. One of her hands was fisted tightly in the soft fabric of my grey T-shirt, anchoring her to me, and her leg had drifted over mine,
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 43
PenelopeThe morning air carried a bitter chill in the wake of the storm. The atmosphere felt heavy, thick with the damp smell of wet earth and splintered timber—a harsh but silent reminder of the long night we’d just survived. I thought back to the moment Miguel had burst into my room hours earlier. The sheer relief that washed over him after inspecting my body to make sure I was okay looked almost like a silent, desperate prayer. It was a look of profound salvation from a man I knew hadn't spoken to God in years.Later that morning, the maintenance supervisor arrived to deliver the final verdict: my room was officially a hazard zone."Good thing you packed up most of your stuff yesterday," he muttered, adjusting the fit of his hard hat. He nodded toward the belongings I had managed to drag away from the collapse, some of which were now lined up safely out in the corridor."Is any part of it salvageable?" Miguel asked. He motioned toward the section of the plaster that hadn't comple
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 42
MiguelThe aftermath of the storm left a cold streak. The atmosphere was tense with the heavy, bruised scent of petrichor and fractured wood. I remembered going to check up on Penelope. Fearing for what I may encounter, and thankfully, nothing I wouldn’t be able to live with. For a moment last night, I almost sought God again. I hadn’t done that in a very long while.The maintenance supervisor came by that morning, confirming that the room was officially unsafe for habitation. “Good thing you packed most of your things yesterday," he said, adjusting his hard hat. Referring to most of the things Penelope had moved away from that side of the room, and some outside of the room."Is any part of it salvageable?" I asked, gesturing to the remaining half of the ceiling. "Could one stay on the far side of the room while you guys patch it?" Asking for the real resident of the room- Penelope, who was standing beside me, quietly. He shook his head, completely serious. "Not a chance. The water
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 41
PenelopeThe weather forecast predicted a major storm. It was the kind of storm that made all phones in the area ring with a notification. EMERGENCY ALERT / ADVANCE WARNINGFrom: Office of Emergency Management & Civil DefenseSevere Weather Watch: Major Storm System ExpectedMeteorological data indicates a severe, high-impact storm system is currently tracking toward our area. While conditions are stable right now, this system carries a high probability of destructive winds, torrential rainfall, and flash flooding when it arrives.This notification is issued to grant all citizens ample time to prepare before conditions deteriorate.Mandatory Pre-Storm Preparations:Secure Property: Secure or bring indoors any loose outdoor objects, trash bins, or patio furniture that could become dangerous airborne projectiles in high winds.Inspect Vulnerabilities: Check your property for existing maintenance liabilities. Ensure drainage systems are clear, and reinforce any structurally weak areas,
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 40
MiguelMy phone buzzed in rapid succession, waking me up from whatever daydream about Penelope I was dreaming about. Each buzz of my phone served as a constant reminder of what I had done to get here.It was the maintenance supervisor. Now, each buzz knocked some guilt into me. I hadn’t checked the message. But I had a feeling it wasn’t anything good. Seeing how much damage had been done to the room when passing by, the news couldn’t have been remotely palatable. And this particular maintenance supervisor had a problem with sugarcoating the severity of the problems he was put in charge of. I stared at the messages like I wanted to conjure a portal into an alternate reality, where none of this had ever happened. Rather, where none of this had been orchestrated by me, in the first place. Subject: Urgent: Ceiling Damage Dear Dr. Ramirez,I just inspected the ceiling in the instructed room and found an active leak with cracking in the POP plaster.Because the water-logged POP is heav
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 39
PenelopeI could hear Miguel had gotten home. I wanted to talk to him. To reach out and tell him he had hurt me, but my pride was far too hurt to even face him. The rain was pouring heavily tonight. Looking out the window, a familiar feeling struck my heart. Nostalgia for a time I used to party and get wild all night. I longed for the simplicity of those times. Perhaps I had missed the simplicity in my depravity. Or perhaps I had missed the blissful, fun person Miguel once was. All I knew was that the smell of rain gave me a kind of sadness. A longing for something that couldn’t be put into words. A… I wanted him. I wanted something to help me feel alive. Either that or I turned back time to when I never met Miguel. Never had to come here. The leak began somewhere above me, water. It had burrowed its way into this abode. Eating into the building’s structure over and over until it found its way in. Rendering the protection above useless. I could barely sleep. I was irritated. The
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 2
•Penelope• I ignored the tingling between my thighs all evening. It didn’t help that during mass, Father Marshall, bless his soul—suddenly looked like Dr. Miguel Ramirez from the side. Same silver hair, same calm, unreadable expression. I blinked hard, looked back down at my prayer book, and
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 1
•Penelope•“I said no glue near your mouth, Noah.”I pulled the bottle gently from his hands before he could make a second attempt. The boys at Saint Jude’s Orphanage had a creative streak, which was a polite way of saying they spent most mornings testing how close they could get to trouble before
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•Penelope• Something was off. I rolled over, eyes fluttering open. Wait, why was I in a room? And on a bed? I pushed myself up, heart picking up speed. How did I even get here? I could’ve sworn I was still on the plane a few minutes ago. Then it hit me, Miguel’s lap. Oh goodness graciou
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 7
•Penelope• The silence on the jet wasn't really awkward but I felt out of place in here. Miguel sat across from me, with his legs stretched out as he lazily went through a document. He hadn't said much since takeoff but he did offer me a glass of champagne and smiled when I refused it. Jerk
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