LOGIN꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“Did you poison the water you gave me?”Frank’s voice didn’t sound like his. It was low, rough, carrying something sharp underneath that made my chest tighten instantly. There was no confusion in it, no hesitation, just suspicion wrapped in something darker.“Did he send you to kill me?” My breath caught, at that accusation.“No,” I said quickly, my voice coming out uneven as I tried to steady it, trying to make him hear me properly. “No, Frank–”His grip had already loosened from my neck, but the air still felt hard to pull in, like my lungs hadn’t caught up yet. I coughed slightly, taking a step back, my hand instinctively going to my throat as I tried to breathe properly again.For a second, just one second, I saw it.The hesitation and flicker in his eyes, something that looked like fear or confusion even. Like he didn’t fully understand what he was doing or why he was doing it.“Frank…” I said again, softer this time, taking a cautious step toward him, my heart beatin
꧁࿇ Eric࿇꧂I didn’t expect to walk out of that place this soon.Not after everything that had happened, not after the way the case had been building, not after the looks the officers had been giving me like I was already finished and they were just waiting for the judge to say it out loud. I had already settled into it, or at least forced myself to. Days in there had started blending together in a way that made it hard to tell when one ended and another began. The walls were always the same, the air always the same, even the silence felt the same, heavy and dragging, like it sat on your chest and refused to move.Sleep wasn’t sleep. It came in pieces, never enough, never deep, always broken by thoughts I didn’t want to have but couldn’t stop. Every time I closed my eyes, it circled back to the same thing.The crash.Frank on the ground.Tim’s voice.And Laura standing there like none of it mattered.So when they came to tell me I was being released, even if it was temporary, even if
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“It’s about Kagemoto Kazama,” Phil said immediately, his tone stripped of anything playful, his usual cocky ease gone like whatever he came to say didn’t leave room for it. “Sources have it that he’s awake, and he’s already working from behind the scenes. Supply houses have been getting hit.”I didn’t interrupt him, didn’t ask anything yet, I just watched him and listened, trying to follow along without letting it show that this wasn’t something I was used to dealing with.“We figured the next one would be ours,” he added, his gaze steady on mine, not breaking. “Mine and Frank’s. The joint warehouse.”That sat heavy.Not just because of what it meant, but because of how easily he said it, like it was expected, like it was already decided somewhere and we were just catching up to it.I didn’t respond immediately. My fingers tightened slightly around the file I was holding, my thoughts moving faster than I could organize them. This wasn’t my field, wasn’t something I had t
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“Are you going to Eric’s trial? I heard his sentencing date is coming up soon.”I didn’t answer immediately.For a second, I just stood there, my eyes fixed on Frank’s medical chart in my hands like I hadn’t heard her properly, like maybe if I ignored it long enough the question would disappear on its own.But it didn’t. It lingered, sitting there between us, heavy in a way I didn’t feel like dealing with.I flipped a page slowly, even though I had already gone through everything written there. The numbers hadn’t changed, the notes were the same, the progress still steady, still careful, still not enough to mean anything beyond what it already did. Stable. Recovering. Words that sounded good on paper but didn’t do much for everything else.“Tim.”I sighed quietly under my breath before finally looking up at her. She was watching me, arms folded, expression not too serious but not exactly light either. She already knew I had heard her the first time. Sheila wasn’t the type
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I didn’t take the ring off.Not when I woke up. Not when I got dressed. Not even when I stood in front of the mirror longer than I should have, staring at my own reflection like I was trying to recognize the person looking back at me. It stayed there, sitting perfectly on my finger like it had always belonged, like it had been waiting for this moment long before I ever knew it existed.I turned my hand slightly, watching how it caught the light.It still didn’t feel real.Or maybe it felt too real, and that was the problem.I exhaled quietly and dropped my hand, picking up my coat before heading out. The drive to the hospital felt the same as it always did, familiar roads, familiar turns, nothing out of place, but everything inside me felt different. It had been weeks. Weeks since that day. Weeks since everything changed in a way I didn’t think I would ever recover from, and yet here I was, still moving, still functioning, still pretending like I had things under control.
꧁࿇ Eric࿇꧂I sat still in my seat, hands resting against my thighs, my back straight even though every part of me felt tense. The chair wasn’t uncomfortable, but I couldn’t settle into it either. It felt temporary, like nothing here was meant to give any form of ease.The low murmur of voices filled the courtroom, people talking in hushed tones, papers shifting, footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor. It should have sounded normal, routine even, but it didn’t. Every sound felt sharper than it should have been, like my senses were picking up too much all at once.The lawyer Laura had hired for me sat beside me, flipping through documents with a calm that I couldn’t match. He looked focused, composed, like this was just another case for him, just another client sitting next to him waiting for a verdict that would change everything. Every now and then he leaned slightly toward me, murmuring something about the process, about what to expect, about how things were going, but
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The man holding the knife was shaking.Not from the cold. From fear and excitement mixed together, the kind of trembling that comes when someone suddenly believes they are in control of something important. His eyes were too bright, his smile crooked and wild. He looked like a dog
꧁࿇ Eric࿇꧂One Day AgoThe knock on the ward door was soft, careful, almost hesitant.I had been staring at the pale hospital wall for so long that the sound snapped me out of my thoughts immediately. For a moment I didn’t move. My chest tightened as a familiar possibility crossed my mind, one I had
𝓣𝓲𝓶I was lying down in the hospital bed when Eric came in.The door opened quietly, and I didn’t even need to look to know it was him. His footsteps were too familiar and too careful, he always walked like he was afraid of disturbing something fragile.I turned my head slowly.Eric stood there
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂By the time I got back into my car, the decision had already settled in my body, not in my head but somewhere lower, deeper, like a weight pressing against bone. I didn’t sit there and argue with myself. I didn’t list pros and cons or pretend there was a smarter way to handle this







