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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

Penulis: Lisa
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-29 03:20:50

I didn’t notice it at first.

That was the worst part, the way it crept up on me slowly, quietly, like something patient and cruel that knew I wouldn’t fight it until it was too late. It wasn’t one big moment where everything shattered. It was the accumulation of small things.

Autumn wasn’t angry.

She was worse than angry.

She was done paying attention to me.

At first, I told myself it was temporary. That she was busy.

Exams, stress, life. I’d used those excuses myself often enough to believe them when they suited me. But days passed, then weeks, and every time I saw her in the hallway, it felt like walking past a closed door I used to live behind.

She didn’t hate me. She didn’t glare or scoff or throw sharp words my way.

She just… didn’t see me anymore.

And every single day, it pierced my heart like something thin and precise, like the pain was intentional in its accuracy. Like it knew exactly where to land.

Marianne.

The name sat in my chest like a stone.

I hadn’t loved her the way
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  • THE LINE BETWEEN US    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR

    Prom came faster than I’d expected. One moment, I was nervously smoothing the hem of my dress, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t too excited, that it was just another school event. And then it was here, lights twinkling like stars had fallen onto the gym floor, music vibrating through the air, and everyone dressed like they’d stepped out of a dream.Taylor had been the first to show up at my doorstep that night, grinning like he had a secret no one else knew. He carried a bouquet that matched my dress, soft pinks and whites, for the first time in weeks, I felt lighter. He’d said the right things, things that made the tension I’d carried for Damian feel like it could finally breathe. That night was a bomb, he’d said. “You can fix things with Damian after prom. I'm totally fine, already moving on. You deserve this night.”And he was right.Prom went smoothly. The slow songs that always made my chest tighten didn’t feel like reminders anymore; they were invitations to laugh, to spi

  • THE LINE BETWEEN US    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

    I didn’t notice it at first.That was the worst part, the way it crept up on me slowly, quietly, like something patient and cruel that knew I wouldn’t fight it until it was too late. It wasn’t one big moment where everything shattered. It was the accumulation of small things. Autumn wasn’t angry.She was worse than angry.She was done paying attention to me.At first, I told myself it was temporary. That she was busy. Exams, stress, life. I’d used those excuses myself often enough to believe them when they suited me. But days passed, then weeks, and every time I saw her in the hallway, it felt like walking past a closed door I used to live behind.She didn’t hate me. She didn’t glare or scoff or throw sharp words my way.She just… didn’t see me anymore.And every single day, it pierced my heart like something thin and precise, like the pain was intentional in its accuracy. Like it knew exactly where to land.Marianne.The name sat in my chest like a stone.I hadn’t loved her the way

  • THE LINE BETWEEN US    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO

    The room felt lighter the moment I turned the last page.Not quieter, exam halls are never quiet, but lighter, like something heavy had finally slipped off my shoulders and hit the floor without making a sound. My pen hovered over the paper for a second longer than necessary, ink drying at the end of a sentence I’d rewritten three times just to be sure it sounded like me. Honest. Complete.Done.The word echoed in my head, unreal and fragile. I let out a slow breath, the kind that starts deep in your chest and empties you out on the way up. This was it. The last paper of the session. Months of stress, late nights, tears, silences, things I didn’t talk about and things I didn’t even have words for, all of it ending here, with black ink on white paper.I leaned back slightly in my chair and looked around.Some people were already handing in their scripts, faces bright with relief. Others were still hunched over, scribbling furiously like the clock had personally wronged them. A few star

  • THE LINE BETWEEN US    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE

    The next morning, the house was too quiet again, but not in the same sharp, shattered way as the night before. This quiet was padded. Soft. The kind that settles after crying yourself empty, when everything still hurts but your body is too tired to fight it.I woke up on the couch with my neck stiff and my cheek pressed into my mom’s shoulder. For a second, I didn’t remember why my eyes burned or why my chest felt bruised from the inside. Then it all came rushing back at once, and I squeezed my eyes shut like that might keep it from happening.Mom stirred beneath me. Her hand was still tangled in my hair.“Morning, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.“Morning,” I croaked.She tilted her head to look at me. “You okay?”I almost laughed. Not because it was funny, because the question felt impossible. I nodded anyway. “Yeah.”She didn’t call me out on the lie. She just kissed my temple and shifted so I could sit up properly. “You don’t have to go today if you don’t want to

  • THE LINE BETWEEN US    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY

    The house felt wrong after the door slammed.Not quiet, empty. Hollow. Like the sound had knocked something loose inside the walls and taken it with him. I stood there for a long second with my hand still hovering near the doorknob, my chest tight, my breath coming too fast, like if I moved even an inch I might actually fall apart.So I didn’t move.I slid down until my back hit the door and sat there on the floor, knees pulled up, forehead pressed against the wood. The place where his shoulder had been just minutes ago still felt warm in my mind, like my body hadn’t caught up to reality yet.I did this, I thought.I stayed like that for a while. Long enough for the adrenaline to drain out of my limbs and leave behind that awful shaky emptiness. Long enough for my phone to buzz once on the coffee table and then go silent again when I didn’t move to check it. Long enough for my eyes to start burning even though I refused to cry yet.I didn’t want to cry alone.That thought surprised me

  • THE LINE BETWEEN US    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

    The door had barely closed behind him before the words came spilling out of me, sharp and fast and ugly in a way I didn’t bother to soften. They’d been fermenting all day, building pressure with every unanswered message, every empty chair, every step I took alone.“If you’re going to say it was a long day,” I said, voice tight, “don’t.”Damian froze halfway into the room, his backpack still slung over one shoulder like he hadn’t decided whether he was staying or leaving. His brows pulled together. “Autumn…”“No.” I held up a hand, palm out. “You asked if something happened. Something did. A lot of somethings. And I’m not in the mood to pretend I’m fine so you can ease into this.”He hesitated, then let the bag slide off his shoulder and onto the floor. The soft thud sounded too loud in the quiet room. “Okay,” he said carefully. “Talk to me.”That did it.Something inside my chest cracked wide open.“Talk?” I laughed, the sound brittle and wrong. “I’ve been talking, Damian. Kept repea

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