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GRIEVE HER TOO
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2026-05-03 23:03:06
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The taste Of Revenge COURTHOUSE HALLWAY
Holy crap!Holy actual crap!My license. They gave it back.I'm standing in the hallway outside the hearing room and my legs are doing something embarrassing and my brain has completely abandoned any pretense of functioning like that of a cardiothoracic surgeon because it keeps replaying Dr. Albright's voice on a loop Your license suspension is hereby lifted and the words won't stick, they keep sliding off my comprehension like water off stone because things like this don't… they don't just happen. My hearing…My license…My name, spoken in that cold procedural voice, attached to words I have been terrified to want for weeks, fuck that…months, because wanting them felt like setting myself up for a fall I wouldn't survive.I press my back into the wall.The marble tile is cold through my blazer and my hands are literally shaking. I look down at them like they belong to someone else.“Stop that, hey…calm down okay.”I tell them, laughing and seeing them with the blur of. My tears, but the
The taste Of Revenge ALL RISE!
The hearing room hasn't changed overnight, though I half expected it to have grown teeth in the hours since we left, transformed into something more honest about what it really is—a place where they dissect you slowly enough that you feel every cut, a sterilized torture chamber dressed up in mahogany and professional courtesy. I remember being nine years old, standing outside the doors of my school's assembly hall in a dress my mother ironed twice, convinced I was going to be sick on my shoes. The debate was on water conservation. I had practiced for three weeks and I knew every word but my legs had forgotten all of them. Dad crouched down in front of me and took both my hands in his big warm ones and waited until I looked at him.“Find the table,” he said. “When your mind goes, find something solid. Press your hands into it and just feel it push back. He squeezed my fingers. Anything that pushes back means you're still here. And if you're still here, you're still in it. You're my cu
The taste Of Revenge MOONLIT MELANCHOLY
I don't sleep. I can't sleep. I remained, staring at the filigreed ceiling, watching the moon in its absolute glory from the floor-to-ceiling window. Wondering what I ever did to deserve a life like mine. Full of torments and despair. The bedroom is quite larger than ours in Xavier's penthouse. Ours, nahh. Not mine to possess anymore. Its walls are palegreen, delicately sketchedand the curtains that hung from the towering headboard across from me me, drifted in the faint breeze from the openwith patterns of gold, and the moldings were golden as well. I might have thought it tacky had the ivory furniture and rugs not complemented it so well. Every time I close my eyes, Rubi's face is there. By 5 AM I give up and go to the bathroom. Inside, it's all warm and cozy. I strip off my clothes and quickly clamber into the shower, anxious to be under the cleansing stream of water. It cascades over me, and I hold up my face into the welcoming torrent. The water is warm and soothing….hmm
The taste Of Revenge GRIEVE HER TOO
The car pulls up. The engine cuts and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding all along. Damian doesn't say anything. He hasn't said anything since I almost crashed out and honestly I'm grateful because I don't think I can handle his voice right now. Not that voice, not the one that stays so infuriatingly level when everything inside me is anything but.His door opens. Mine opens a second later and the night air is cold and immediate against my face. I step out. My heels hit the pavement and I look up at the building without meaning to. All glass, all light, stretching up into a sky I can't see the end of.It's beautiful and honestly, I hate that it's beautiful.Damian appears at my side. He's not touching my hands, but close enough that I'm aware of every inch between us."Selene." Just my name. Not the usual Lin he calls me when he wants to click something in me, no questions, no careful reassurance… Just my name in his mouth like it means nothing.I pull my blazer tighter
The taste Of Revenge THE DRIVE HOME
SELENE'S POVThe glass is cold, but I don't want to move away from it.My forehead presses harder on the glass, like maybe the sting of it will drown out the other thing. By that, I mean the thing sitting in the center of my chest that I can't name yet and I'm not ready to.Below, the city has no idea what's going up here. Well, not like I actually expect them to. “Wheew!”Brake lights streak red across wet asphalt. Steam rising slow from the grates, unhurried, and completely unbothered. A cab lays on its horn. Someone shouts back. Two blocks down, a couple is inside a car. His body pinning hers, her fingers twisted in his jacket, her neck arched back like she's offering it. Like she trusts him with it. My throat tightens and I immediately look away before I get more pissed than I already am.A woman tumbles out of a wine bar across the street. She catches herself on a streetlight just close to the entrance, tipping forward, laughing so hard her whole body is literally shaking. Her f
The taste Of Revenge UNRAVELING
Dr. Albright's gaze moves to Rubi the way a scalpel moves to skin. So precise, unhurried, certain of what it's about to open."Ms. Martinez. You were the primary surgical assistant during Mrs. Linda Harrison's procedure on September 14th. Is that correct?"Rubi's hands are flat on the table. I can see them trembling and struggling to stay still.Those same hands…they held a retractor for six hours once without a single tremor. Passed instruments into my palm before I could even ask for them, the two of us moving through a surgical suite the way people move when they've learned each other's rhythms so completely that language becomes unnecessary. Eleven years of that. Eleven years of standing shoulder to shoulder under lights that bleached everything white and made the world outside the operating room feel very far away…hands that patted my back when things went south.Those same hands are the ones trembling now. To others, or even perhaps to herself, it's barely visible, but definitel
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