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10: Why Do You Hate Me?

Author: Traette
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-21 10:07:54
I spent the entire night monitoring Alex’s condition, I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep until I woke up the next morning with a stomach cramp.

Beside me, Alex was asleep and snoring softly after enduring those brutal punches from Julien. It was a miracle he only sustained a few cuts on his face.

Turning my gaze to him, I resisted the overwhelming urge to trace my fingertips down the bridge of his nose to his slightly parted lips.

For a split second yesterday, I thought I’d lost him but when the paramedics arrived, they confirmed Alex was alive and explained I’d been holding my breath, therefore thinking he was dead.

But what if I went back to sleep, and this moment was unreal because Alex was truly dead?

“Good grief, don't be stupid, Amara,” I whispered under my breath, clutching my stomach as my cramps began to worsen.

The digital clock on the nightstand read quarter past 6 a.m., and I lazily tossed aside the duvet, slipped my bare feet into flip-flops, and made my
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    I spent the entire night monitoring Alex’s condition, I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep until I woke up the next morning with a stomach cramp. Beside me, Alex was asleep and snoring softly after enduring those brutal punches from Julien. It was a miracle he only sustained a few cuts on his face. Turning my gaze to him, I resisted the overwhelming urge to trace my fingertips down the bridge of his nose to his slightly parted lips. For a split second yesterday, I thought I’d lost him but when the paramedics arrived, they confirmed Alex was alive and explained I’d been holding my breath, therefore thinking he was dead. But what if I went back to sleep, and this moment was unreal because Alex was truly dead? “Good grief, don't be stupid, Amara,” I whispered under my breath, clutching my stomach as my cramps began to worsen. The digital clock on the nightstand read quarter past 6 a.m., and I lazily tossed aside the duvet, slipped my bare feet into flip-flops, and made my

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