LOGINAaron's POV The words slipped from my lips before I could hold them back. They were silent, ugly, and definite.“I killed him.”Connor remained perfectly motionless for a second.He just looked at me.I studied the look on his face—the way his eyebrows came together, the way his mouth opened slightly as if he'd misunderstood. As if his mind was literally slamming the door shut on the sentence. This was a look I'd seen on him before, back when we were kids, and something just hadn’t clicked.“You—” he began, then halted. “What do you mean you killed him?”It wasn’t loud yet. It was a confused tone. A tentative tone. As if he was getting near a wild beast that might bite him.“My stepfather,” I began, my voice thick with emotion. “Paul. I"You killed him?" Connor cut in, his tone sharper now. "Saying it like it's—like it's a phrase you'd practiced. What do you mean you killed your step-dad?"I swallowed. My chest was far too small for my lungs. “It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t—God, Con
Connor's POVI walked back into the hospital the next morning feeling the kind of exhaustion that sleep wouldn't fix. My body moved on autopilot, but my mind was still trapped in last night-looping, replaying, refusing to let anything settle. Every step down the hallway felt heavier than the last, like the building itself knew I didn't belong here anymore.I don't think I could ever be more excited to claim anyone as my girlfriend.The realization came out of nowhere, sharp and unwelcome. Mandy's smile. The way her eyes softened when she looked at me, like she saw past the damage and liked what she found anyway. It should've been the happiest thing I'd felt in years.But not now.It wasn't right, framing something that beautiful inside the ugly, twisted mess my life had become. She didn't deserve to be tied to this-to me, like this.I remembered asking her to follow me back to my hotel. Dinner, a drink, something normal. Something that didn't remind me of my current pain.She hesita
Aaron’s POVPain was the first thing that greeted me as I opened my eyes.It wasn't sharp. It wasn't sudden. It was deep, heavy, everywhere-like my body had been dropped from a great height and forgotten at the bottom. My head throbbed with a dull, relentless ache, each heartbeat sending a pulse of agony straight through my skull. I groaned-the sound barely leaving my throat before it dissolved into a rasp.My right eye refused to open.The first thing that came to my mind was that I had gone blind.The panic fluttered weakly in my chest as I tried again, trying harder to force my eyelid upward. A blur of color swam into view-dark bruised hues bleeding into one another. Purple. Blue. Black. The world on that side looked like it had been dunked in ink.Black eye. Whatever they medically call it, it felt like hell.The ceiling above me was starkly white, too bright; the fluorescent lights drilled straight into my already pounding skull. I stared at it, unmoving, because moving hurt. Br
Ethan’s POVI called Connor’s number again.Right into voicemail.My thumb hovered over the screen, my heart pounding so hard in my ears that I could have sworn the sound was coming from inside my head. I tried again, like the fourth attempt would somehow magically differ from the previous three. Like the universe would finally figure I'd sufficiently panicked, sufficiently suffered, and grant me his voice.Voicemail“Fuck,” I whispered, pulling my hand through my hair.“I hadn’t known this would happen.” Except: “I hadn’t known—or how could I have known that telling the truth would cause all this: breaking bones, shredding lungs, reopening wounds that were never quite closed?” “I sat on the edge of my childhood bed, bouncing my knees, my foot tapping out its time on the floor, more like a tremor than movement.”Perhaps I should have waited.This notion scratched its way up my chest and embedded itself there. Perhaps I should have broken the news to Connor in private. perhaps I
Connor’s POV“The rage didn’t disappear all at once.”It was a fire that it ignited in itself, a fire it sustained with charcoal-like devotion even after the flames were extinguished. I paced back and forth in my apartment for close to an hour before I managed to steady my hands, before I managed to relax my jaw sufficiently so that I wasn't wincing from tooth pain. I had not felt regret. No, not exactly. But a similar sensation.I sat on the edge of the couch, in the hotel reception, elbows on my knees, I refused to book a room, something clawed at me definitely not regret but maybe guilt in the way Mandy looked at me like she was disappointed. I finally reached for my phone.Jack picked up on the second ring.“YeahA word. Flat. Guarded.“Where are you?” I asked.“Hospital“Another pause. “With Mandy“Yes“With… him?”“YesClosing my eyes, I exhaled slowly through my nose. “Which hospital?”“He told me,” he said. I nodded although he couldn’t see me. “I’m coming.”He didn't arg
Ethan’s POVI did not know how I managed to remain so idle.I'd spent the entire day staring obscenely at the wall across from where I slept, as if it might magically open up and give me some direction. My body ached as though a part of me had been hollowed out and filled with dead air. I felt as though I both felt and didn't feel at the same time. Thoughts swirled through my mind in a fractured cycle: a phrase begun, a fear glittering but not defined, until even standing up became a chore.When I finally made a move, my legs betrayed me and weakened beneath me, as if they belonged to someone else.The bathroom light was too bright. I turned on the shower without thinking, turning the knob until the water was ice cold. The cold slammed into me as soon as I stepped into it. I needed something, anything to penetrate the migraine that had taken residence behind my eyes for weeks now.The water poured down over my head, down my face, down my back. I put my hands against the tile wall an



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