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A Realisation
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2025-01-17 14:23:16
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The Cure Is you Guilt and Regret
°ADRIAN° "Are you perving at me?" I froze, caught entirely off guard by her question. Her tone was dry, laced with sarcasm, but she still hadn’t turned to face me. The stirring resumed, slow and steady, as though she hadn’t just accused me of… whatever that was. "Excuse me?" I finally managed, my voice sharper than intended. "You're staring," she said matter-of-factly. "What else should I call it?" I scoffed, rolling the chair a little closer, the movement deliberate. "I wasn’t staring. I came for water." Her head tilted slightly, pointing toward the fridge. "I think the water is on the other side." I narrowed my eyes at her back, irritation bubbling under my skin. Her indifference had always grated on me, but this… this nonchalant deflection was worse. I wheeled closer to the fridge, opened it, and took out a bottle. I let the water flow down my throat, the coldness feeling odd against the hot, burning sensation in the kitchen. "Why are you making that?" I asked
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°SERENA° It’s been quiet. Agonizingly quiet. I stand in the kitchen, stirring absentmindedly. I could just focus on cooking, mind my own business, but no—I have to steal glances, searching, wondering. Is he looking? Why do I care? I don’t know. My days follow a rhythm—wake up, make breakfast, leave lunch in the fridge, attend classes, come back, lounge around, make dinner, eat together, sleep. Rinse and repeat. Except lately, something’s changed. It’s been days since Adrian last taunted me, no sarcastic remarks, no smug observations. He’s unnervingly quiet, and I find myself worrying—not for my sanity, but his. The first real shock came when I was lounging on the couch, munching on my favorite chips, lost in some show. I started choking. A proper, full-on coughing fit. If I had died right there, it wouldn’t have surprised me. But guess what? Adrian got me water! The spoiled son of the richest man in the city got me water. I still haven’t recovered from the shock
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°ADRIAN° It was a simple question. Very simple one, if you ask me. But she’s taking her sweet time. What does a girl her age even wish for? Clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry… At least, that’s what I thought—until I heard her. “I want to stargaze.” The answer left me perplexed. I snapped my head toward her, only to find her lost in thought. There was a soft smile on her face, her eyes unfocused, staring at the side of the table as if the stars she wished for were right there. Her fingers twirled the spoon absentmindedly, and for some reason, I didn’t want to pull her out of her daze. “On a high mountain, in a little tent, a sky full of stars twinkling... and we’d cook over a fire, just like my grandma and I used to…” She added the last part quietly, her voice carrying an emotion I couldn’t quite name. This girl never ceases to amaze me. I ask about her wish, and it’s stargazing. “Why do you ask?” she finally murmured, breaking out of her daze. I wanted to know her wish becau
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°ADRIAN° "Oh, come on!" "If you keep yelling, Serena, I might actually regret not including a 'no shouting' clause in that contract of yours," I said, leaning against the wall for support. My voice was clipped, my expression unreadable—a facade I'd perfected over years of boardroom battles and personal disappointments. But none of that seemed to work in front of this woman. She stood in front of me, arms crossed as if she was about to single-handedly declare war. Her eyes, however, betrayed more than frustration—they gleamed with determination. Unyielding. Unwavering. But I'd faced worse opponents. Much worse. "Adrian," she snapped, her voice sharp but quieter this time, as though reining in her temper for my benefit—or hers. "You can't just decide to do this alone. You'll hurt yourself walking all by yourself. And no, I'm not cleaning up the mess when you do." Yeah, I’ve started walking. Not very fast, and definitely not steady, but movement nonetheless. Compared to th
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°SERENA° This guy is so stupid. Sure, he’s older, taller, stronger, and basically a walking Horlicks ad. But the man doesn’t know when to stop being such an arrogant fool. Today is one of the best days I’ve had in the past few weeks since I’ve been here. Adrian started walking! Honestly, I didn’t expect such progress from him in such a short time. But then again, it’s not surprising. It’s the direct result of his relentless hard work. That man never takes enough rest, pushing himself through all sorts of exercises and keeping his commitments to the letter. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were secretly a physiotherapist himself. He just seems to know exactly when and where to push his limits. Maybe it’s his past treatment experience, but somehow, he’s always spot on with his regimen. Still, he’s wobbling—not exactly sturdy. And, of course, he refuses to accept my help. “Still here? Don’t you have better things to do?” he asked, his voice sharp but not unkind.
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°ADRIAN° The day began with a jolt—Timothy barged in and woke me up since I somehow managed to sleep through the entire morning. It’s unusual. I never miss a routine. I’ve always prided myself on being meticulous, yet today, for the first time in a while, I faltered. After a quick shower, I sat down for breakfast. As always, it was ready—courtesy of Miss Perfect. But it wasn’t the food that caught my attention; it was the note attached to the box. 'Eat.' That’s all it said, written in her annoyingly neat handwriting. The simplicity of it had me smirking. She’s mocking me. I know she is. It was written the same way I had told her to eat after she’d skipped dinner following that ridiculous card game fight. Yeah. That moment—her stubbornness, her flushed cheeks, the fire in her eyes—is burned into my memory. Something I’ll never forget. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Timothy struggling to hold back his laughter. He’s always been like this—steadfast, unwavering
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°SERENA° I woke up with a heaviness in my chest, last night’s bitterness clinging to me like a shadow. My body ached from sleeping on the floor, but the sting of Adrian’s words hurt far worse. I quickly showered and dressed, determined to face the day, but as I opened my bedroom door, an unfamiliar noise caught my attention. The rustle of activity. Voices. For days, the apartment had been steeped in silence, the emptiness pressing down like a weight. But now, it buzzed with motion. I walked into the living room, and the sight that greeted me made me pause. The maids were back. Clara stood by the dining table, polishing a silver tray with meticulous care. Lila hovered near the bookshelf, rearranging Adrian’s collection with precision, and Maya bustled around the kitchen, humming softly as she worked. They moved like clockwork, so smooth and practiced, like they belonged here more than I ever could. Watching them, I couldn’t help but compare it to the mornings of the las
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°ADRIAN° “Come on, that’s enough,” the doctor snapped at me, his tone laced with frustration. I ignored him. I always ignored him. “Adrian,” he tried again, voice sterner this time, “you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep this up.” I didn’t care. Pain was temporary. Standing in the private gym of the clinic I trusted with my recovery, I pushed myself harder than ever. The treadmills, weight racks, and resistance machines surrounded me in a cold, clinical setting. It wasn’t a place of comfort—it was a battlefield. And I wasn’t leaving until I won. “Adrian, stop!” the doctor barked, but his words barely reached me over the sound of my own harsh breathing. My legs burned, trembling under the strain of hours spent walking, pushing my limits until I had none left to give. The rhythmic pounding of my feet against the treadmill echoed the chaos in my mind. I didn’t stop. Not until my body betrayed me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed forward onto the cushioned mat pla
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The Cure Is you Epilogue 2
°SERENA° I stood just behind the garden door—the one that no longer led to the lush garden I had once spent countless hours tending to, but now, it led to an aisle. A simple, beautiful aisle, lined with soft petals and fairy lights that twinkled like stars. The garden, once my sanctuary, had transformed into a sacred space of joy, love, and promises. My fingers trembled as they brushed against the delicate lace of my dress—my wedding dress. It wasn’t just beautiful. It was mine. Custom-made just for me: ivory with soft lilac undertones that shimmered faintly in the light, as though the fabric itself carried a secret, a promise of something more. The bodice hugged me like a whispered vow, soft but firm, as if it knew my every movement. The skirt flowed out, like petals unfurling, graceful and simple but enchanted in its own way. A soft breeze stirred through the air, carrying with it the scent of lilies—the very flowers that adorned the garden—and something sweeter, something
The Cure Is you Epilogue 1
°SERENA° THREE YEARS LATER I didn’t believe it—not fully—until the dean handed me that scroll and said my name into the microphone. Even as the applause roared and my classmates screamed like they'd just broken out of a decade-long prison sentence, I stood there frozen, blinking under the stage lights like it was all a dream I wasn’t ready to wake up from. But then I looked down. At the degree in my hands. Doctor Serena Cooper. The paper felt too light for the weight it carried. Too soft for everything I’d fought through to hold it. My chest tightened. My throat burned. And suddenly, it was real. I did it. I’m a doctor. And yet, even as the words circled in my head, they felt borrowed—like they belonged to someone braver, someone more brilliant. For a split second, doubt curled its fingers around my spine. Was this really mine? Had I really crossed the finish line after all those nights that bled into mornings, the silent breakdowns in library corners, the battles no o
The Cure Is you A Promise Fulfilled.
°SERENA° I woke up cold. The sheets beside me, usually warm with Adrian’s lingering body heat, were cool and untouched. The silence around me wasn’t peaceful—it was eerie. No hum of life, no soft rustle of fabric, no faint breathing beside mine. Just an expanse of quiet that made me sit up, instantly alert. The curtains swayed gently with the early morning breeze, letting golden slivers of sunlight fall across the marble floors. Outside, birds chirped faintly, as if the world was trying to act normal. But inside the villa? It felt like time had stilled. Adrian was always here on weekends. Whether he woke before me or not, he stayed close. He’d wait for me, make a sarcastic remark about how long I slept, or sometimes pull me back under the covers with a teasing, "Five more minutes, sweetheart." But today… there was none of that. I slid out of bed, my toes curling against the cold marble. I reached for my robe and wrapped it tight, the plush fabric brushing softly against my sk
The Cure Is you Nolan Hayes.
°ADRIAN° I don’t know why I’m hesitating. Yet here I am—standing in front of an apartment door in New York, fingers hovering over the bell like it's wired to blow. The city hums behind me: impatient taxis blur past, a siren wails faintly in the distance, someone barks into their phone from across the street. Life moves forward, fast and messy. But me? I’m frozen in this one breath, caught between regret and redemption. It’s been a week since the dust began to settle. Since the sirens quieted, the courtrooms emptied, and the scars—both the kind that throb beneath my skin and the ones no X-ray can catch—began to scab over. Evelyn lost it when she learned about Victor’s death. She screamed. Threw accusations like knives—mostly at Serena. But Fred pulled the video off my phone, and the forensics backed it. Evelyn had to face the cold, hard truth. Serena didn’t kill him. And she had only herself to blame. On sentencing day, Timothy limped into the courtroom—bruised, battered, but brea
The Cure Is you Meant to be.
°SERENA° I think I’m waking up. Or maybe not. It’s weird. Everything feels... distant. Like I’m stuck underwater, and the world’s still moving above but I can't reach it yet. My arms weigh a ton. My chest hurts. My throat’s dry. Something beeps near my ear like it owns the damn place. There’s a voice. Low. Familiar. My heart kicks — slow and out of rhythm. God. That voice. Adrian? I can’t move. I can’t see. But I feel something… warm. Pressure on my hand. Soft. He’s here. Why? "I thought if I kept you away…” It’s his voice, yeah. Just—cracked at the edges, like he hasn’t slept in weeks. “…you’d be safe…” I tried to move, to reach — but nothing obeyed. Still, the voice kept going, as if speaking to the space between us. “I love you so much it… it fucking terrifies me.” Something in me cracks. Because I knew. I always knew. He just couldn’t say it before. God. You’re a heartless fool, Adrian. And I’m the idiot who still wants to hold your hand. I
The Cure Is you Terrifying Love.
°ADRIAN° “Serena!” Her body crumpled to the ground like a lifeless doll, a soft thud that shattered the world around me. Panic tore through me — raw, blinding. Was she shot? Was she— “Fuck!” I dropped to my knees, gravel biting into my palms as I scooped her limp form into my arms. Her skin was cold, too cold, her head lolling helplessly against me. I patted her cheeks, desperate, frantic. “Serena. Serena—” No response. Not even a twitch. Blood roared in my ears, drowning everything else. "Fred!" I twisted around, searching— There. Staggering toward me, blood soaking the cloth wrapped around his hand. “What the fuck happened to you?” I barked, clutching Serena tighter. He pressed a shaking hand to his side, blood slick between his fingers. A breathless, humorless laugh escaped him. “Your little wife,” he rasped. My heart lurched. I turned — Cassandra. Lying there. Still. Lifeless. A fresh wave of horror slammed into me. She saved us. She didn
The Cure Is you Her Last Breath.
°SERENA° I was pushed aside suddenly, my body jerked violently into some kind of wall… The sound of the gunshot still rang in my ears, sharp and disorienting. My vision blurred for a second. My body throbbed where I’d hit the wall — my shoulder scraped raw against the stone. Voices were shouting, echoing, overlapping — but I couldn’t make out any of it. My hands scrambled against the floor to push myself up. Dust clung to my fingers. My heart was slamming against my ribs. And then I saw her. Cassandra. She stood just a few feet away — or was she swaying? Her hands were pressed to her abdomen, but blood was already seeping fast through her fingers, thick and dark, running down her arms, staining the hem of her top. Her breathing was ragged. No. No, no. “What the hell—” I whispered, barely able to move. She had stepped between us and Victor. She’d taken the bullet. “Cassandra!” “Cassandra!” Fred and I shouted at the same time. The panic in his voice mirrored mine
The Cure Is you Locked.
°SERENA° “SERENA!” Cassandra’s scream rang through the cold stone halls, but before I could answer, rough fingers latched onto my arm—tight, urgent. I knew from the grip, from the sheer force, that it was a man. Instinct took over. I clenched the small knife she’d slipped into my hand earlier, spun, and slashed hard. My blade met flesh, and a choked gasp followed. Warm blood sprayed across my skin. A vein. I’d aimed for it. This would weaken Victor. It had to. We needed just enough time— “Ah… Serena!” That voice. My heart skipped and I turned sharply, breath caught in my throat. “Fred?” I gasped. His eyes were wide with pain, his hand clutched tight, blood flowing between his fingers like a river he couldn’t stop. My stomach dropped. Shit. What have I done? “Shit! Why did you grab me?” I was at his side before I finished speaking, panic clawing at my throat. He winced, and I didn’t wait—I tore a strip from my shirt, the fabric protesting with each tug. My f
The Cure Is you An Escape.
°SERENA° Victor didn’t respond to my insult. Not with words. Just his eyes—sharp as shattered ice, cold as steel, burning with fury. He stared at me like I was the last stain on his empire, and he was ready to scrub me off the face of the world. But only if staring could kill. “I’ll let you think about obedience,” he muttered, snatching up his phone. “Maybe the next time I walk through that door, you’ll have learned your place.” He turned. Walked. The door creaked—slow, deliberate. Then slammed. The sound ripped through the room like a gunshot. And then, silence. Not peace. Never peace. But a tense, eerie quiet clung to the air like smoke after a blaze—thick, choking, haunted. Still, for the first time since I was dragged into this nightmare, I wasn’t afraid of the silence. I welcomed it. I exhaled—slow, shaky. My lungs trembled like they were just relearning how to breathe, my chest sore as if someone had punched the life out of me and left behind an ache n
