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The Heiress and the Four Brothers 107. I lost the one person I never thought I’d lose
CAL“It’s always like that, isn’t it? The higher you go, the quieter it gets.”I watched her for a few seconds. The night wind was starting to cut through my coat, but somehow it felt grounding instead of cold. I let out a slow breath, eyes lowering to the metal cup in my hands, now cooling fast.Sera was still staring at the view below, though I could feel her gaze drifting to me every now and then.“Sera,” I said at last.She turned toward me calmly, as if she’d been waiting for me to speak.“There’s a reason I brought you up here.”“Okay,” she murmured. “I’m listening.”I lowered my eyes, thumb brushing the rim of the cup. “I’ve been … seeing a therapist. For the last two years. Because I wasn’t well.”She didn’t look surprised. If anything, her expression softened like she’d been expecting me to say it.I let out a dry, crooked smile. “You already knew, didn’t you?”A small nod.“Who told you?”“No one,” she answered honestly. “I just … assumed. A few times, maybe.” A pause. “Are
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 106. You just have to start caring differently
CAL“Stop trying to be the flawless hero. She doesn’t need that. She needs Callum. The man with scars, not the shadow with a shield.”“What am I supposed to do then?”“Let her see the cracks too. Not all at once, just enough so you’re not alone in there. You just have to start caring differently.”I remember staring at the floor when Dr. White said that. My hands clenched in my lap, trying to understand what those words even meant.Care differently. As if it were that simple.She didn’t know that every time I tried to pull away from Sera, my body felt as if it were losing its compass. And every time I got close—every time I looked directly into her eyes—everything I’d buried clawed its way back to the surface: the water, the screams, and the hand I couldn’t save.Two days after that session, I was here.The Blackwood Tower basement was quiet, lit only by the reflection of neon lights on concrete walls. I had just closed the small notebook on my lap when I saw her step out of the eleva
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 105. I paint better when you’re around
SERAI woke up slowly, still half-dreaming, still wanting to stay adrift. For a few seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then my eyes found something too beautiful to make sense of: Beck sitting on the floor, resting his chin on the edge of the couch, looking at me like he needed to make sure I was real.His hair was a mess, a smear of dry paint marked his neck, and a faint blue line streaked across his cheek. He looked like someone completely unaware of how distractingly beautiful he was—and maybe that was exactly what made him so.“Am I in heaven or something?” I mumbled, dazed.He let out a soft chuckle. “Pretty close.”I stretched lazily, noticing my laptop still open on the coffee table and a thin blanket draped over my legs. “What time is it?”“Almost sunset,” he said, brushing a thumb along my cheek. “You passed out in the middle of your world domination plan, by the way.”I groaned. “And you just let me sleep?”“You looked peaceful,” he said gently. His gaze lingered on m
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 104. I missed you
CALAs soon as the glass doors slid open, the warmth hit me. The faint scent of orange mixed with new paper filled the air. At the reception desk, the middle-aged woman with reading glasses gave me a thin smile. She didn’t ask for my name, just a small nod, like an unspoken agreement that I was one of her “regulars.”My hand brushed against the water bottle in my jacket pocket while I waited for the small door at the end of the hallway to open.“Come in, Callum.”I stepped inside.The room was simple. Soft gray couch, a small bookshelf, light that wasn’t too harsh. The kind of silence that makes people believe they’re safe.Like always, I took the seat near the window. From there, I could see a thin layer of fog hanging outside.Dr. White, with her silver hair pulled a little too tight, scribbled something in her leather notebook. “Rough morning?”I twisted the bottle cap, took a sip, and nodded. “Something like that.”“You look tired today.”Leaning back, I closed my eyes for a secon
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 103. Don’t stay out too long
CALThe hallway was quiet when Sera’s door opened. My body reacted before my mind had time to catch up. “Sera.”She looked up fast, startled for a second, then asked right away, “Any news? About Damon?” Her voice was rough, full of hope, like that was the only thing that mattered this morning.“Not yet,” I said quietly.She exhaled, shoulders falling. Disappointed. Her hand rubbed her arm, like she was grounding herself. “Did Beck say anything?” I asked. “Maybe he knows where Damon went.”She shook her head. “I didn’t ask. Beck—apparently he wasn’t okay last night.” There was a small pause before she added softly, “So, I stayed with him.”I froze for half a second. It hit me right in the chest, but I swallowed it down, forcing a small nod like I understood. “I see.” My voice came out almost flat. The words I really wanted to say—that I was falling apart too, that I also wanted to be held like that—stayed unspoken, trapped somewhere between my ribs.In her eyes I probably wasn’t the
The Heiress and the Four Brothers 102. You know what really hurts?
SERAI held his hand gently as we walked to my room. Beck’s hand was warm, even though the morning outside was still cold. We didn’t talk on the way there. Maybe because we both knew that words couldn’t fix anything.When we arrived, I guided him to the bathroom. I grabbed a clean towel, a toothbrush, a hoodie, and a pair of loose pants. I placed everything neatly on the edge of the sink, then stood by the door for a moment.“Take a shower first,” I said. “I’ll take care of your hand later.”While he was in there, I sat at the edge of the bed and opened the first-aid kit. I arranged the antiseptic, sterile gauze, and bandage on a tray; but my mind was far away.Beck told me he loved me. God. I didn’t know how to respond to a love like that. Because caring for Beck meant I didn’t want to hurt him. And when he stopped me from answering, it was because he chose to delay the pain, just to hold me a little longer.I care about him, truly. But … love? I’m not even sure when was the last t
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