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70 - NOT HOLDING BACK

ผู้เขียน: Krystal Key
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CHERYL

I hadn’t laughed like that in a while.

Not the polite kind of laughter, This was different. It was real. The kind that made my cheeks warm and brought tears to my eyes. The kind I used to have back when life was simpler and happiness didn’t feel like some expensive thing you had to earn with heartbreak.

Oliver Barker.

I couldn’t believe I’d run into him—here of all places, looking like he had just stepped out of some casual fashion catalog: dark jeans, a grey henley that clung to his arms in a way that hinted he’d been doing more than reading books lately, and that same untamed hair, a little longer now, brushing his forehead like it had a mind of its own. There was still something reserved about him—like he existed a beat away from the world—but that was part of the charm.

I remembered him instantly.

Back in high school, he was the quiet one in science class who always got the formulas right, the typ who wrote the answers with a bored flick of his wrist while everyone else scr
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  • The Roomie Complex   121 - RICH WOMAN

    SABRINA'S POVI watch Aiden carry her like she’s made of something precious. Crystal. Silk. Memory.Of course.Of course she had to pass out.Of course the moment couldn’t belong to me, or Oliver, or even the damn sports event that had taken two months to organize.No, it had to be Cheryl.The eternal damsel in distress.I could practically hear the invisible orchestra swelling around them—the hero and his wounded little songbird. I rolled my eyes and adjusted the collar of my tennis jacket, already walking away before Oliver could trip over his own feet trying to save her. If he were any more obvious, he’d write her a sonnet.I slipped my phone out of the inside pocket of my jacket. It had buzzed twice already, and I knew exactly who it was.I stepped behind the lemonade tent, the smell of sugar and lemon thick in the air. A soft breeze rustled through the trees. The crowd noise dimmed the farther I walked. I pressed answer and brought the phone to my ear.“Any news?” I asked, my voi

  • The Roomie Complex   120 - TOY

    Aiden’s POVIt was the memory of her lips that haunted me most.Soft. Warm. The way they’d trembled under mine that night in her room, like they hadn’t been kissed in a long time—or like they had, but only by someone who didn’t know how. That kiss had branded me in a way I couldn’t quite explain. Not with logic. Not with reason. Only the ache that stayed in my chest whenever I saw her since.That night I snuck into her room had been reckless, maybe even stupid. But it was the only time since I lost her that I felt alive again.And now, here I was, at some goddamn community sports event, with her just a few feet away—but it might as well have been a continent.I spotted her the moment she got out of the car. Even though Sabrina had me by the wrist like some display doll, even though there were dozens of people milling about in bright shirts and tennis skirts, I only saw her.She was pale. Too pale. Her skin had this faint sheen like it was too tight across her bones. Her hand trembled

  • The Roomie Complex   119 - THE RACE

    Cheryl’s POVI wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my breath shallow and raspy as I crouched behind the bleachers. The sour taste in my throat clung stubbornly, and the world still felt slightly tilted, as though I’d stepped onto a carnival ride that wouldn’t slow down.But I was upright.Barely.I stood and straightened myself, bracing against the rusted metal of the bleacher frame, my knees wobbly beneath me like uncooked pasta. I swallowed hard, wiped the sweat off my temple, and smoothed down the front of my tennis skirt with trembling fingers.I could do this. I had to.I wasn’t going to be the wuss who sat out on her fiancé’s big family charity event. No matter how much my insides felt like they were curdling, I was going to show up and act like I had it all together—even if it killed me.I made my way back to the bleachers, my steps measured and slow, like someone walking across thin ice. Each movement jarred something loose inside my stomach, but I forced myself to breath

  • The Roomie Complex   118 - DREAD

    Cheryl’s POVI woke up to a storm in my body.The ceiling above me swayed slightly, like the walls of a ship rocking at sea. I blinked up at it, feeling the weight of nausea press down on my chest. My forehead was slick with something unpleasant—sweat or maybe the humidity—and my throat tasted like copper and cotton.I closed my eyes again, willing the feeling away. Not today, I pleaded internally. Please, not today.But my stomach groaned in protest, churning like something soured. I touched my forehead, and it was clammy, the kind of stickiness that made my skin feel two sizes too tight. The air in the room was thick, stale even. I hadn’t opened the windows the night before, and the warmth trapped in the space felt suffocating.That had to be it, I told myself. Bad air. Stagnant heat. Nothing serious.But deep down, I wasn’t convinced.Still, I couldn’t afford to fall sick. My wedding was a week away and the sports event was today, and if I even hinted to Oliver that I wasn’t feelin

  • The Roomie Complex   117 - STRUGGLE

    Cheryl 's POVThe days passed in a blur of lace, color palettes, and never-ending seating charts.The Baker family had thrown themselves entirely into wedding preparations—mine and Oliver’s—as well as the upcoming sports fundraiser. The mansion was a constant buzz of stylists, planners, florists, caterers, and family friends. Every corner seemed to echo with talk of the wedding: who was attending, what food was being served, which flowers would line the aisle, what shade of ivory best complimented my skin.And in the middle of it all—I was numb.The wedding dress had arrived last week. I had done the final fitting, and the tailor had cried because it was “so perfect.” Everyone else seemed to agree. The gown now sat neatly in my closet, draped in protective silk like a sacred relic. It was stunning. The kind of dress little girls dreamed about.But not once had I reached for it since.Not once had I run my fingers over the beading, imagined myself walking down the aisle in it. I couldn

  • The Roomie Complex   116 - PRETTY FACE

    WARNING: +18 CONTENTCheryl’s POVWhen I opened the door and saw him standing there, it felt like I was seeing a ghost. Not because he looked pale or transparent—but because he belonged to a version of my life that I still craved for. A past I had buried deep and built fences around.Yet here he was.Aiden.And before I could think better of it, I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him into the room. The door clicked shut behind us, and I immediately locked it, spinning around to face him, my chest rising and falling.“Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper-yelled, shoving at his chest. “What the hell are you doing here? If Sabrina—”“Shhh,” he cut me off, pressing his palm gently to my mouth. His skin was warm. His voice softer. “Don’t worry about that right now. I just—I just wanted to see you.”I pulled away from his hand and scoffed, the sound bitter in my throat.“Right. Because you didn’t see me enough at the dinner table—oh wait, why were we having dinner again? To cel

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