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VELVET GUN 45: IN THE QUIET WE BEGIN
“Sometimes it isn’t love that saves you sometimes, it’s just someone sitting beside you and not asking you to speak.” The kitchen still smelled faintly of rosemary and lemon a calm, clean scent that didn’t quite match the tension flickering under Alba’s skin. She stood alone near the doorway, hands tucked behind her back, eyes fixed on the checkered floor tiles like they could explain the knots in her chest. The murmurs of the house distant footfalls, the clinking of dishes, the creak of old wood — all moved around her but inside, she was still. It had been days since the test, days since she’d thrown herself between Ellie and that poisoned plate with a trembling certainty she hadn’t known she possessed. She still didn’t understand what had moved her so quickly — instinct, maybe or something deeper. The sharp fear in Ellie’s eyes had undone her. She hadn’t thought, she’d just acted and the laughter. God, the laughter afterward, the way everyone had burst into it, the way she’d smi
VELVET GUN 44: WHERE SHADOWS BLOOM
“Some women water flowersSome women burn them downAnd then there’s the one who does both, smiling.”The morning sun slipped through the gauzy curtains like a shy guest overstaying its welcome. A quiet breeze rolled through Amy’s bedroom—the room Ellie now slept in, now bled in, now healed in. The space still smelled faintly of her. Leather and lilies, blood and rosewater. It had been over sixmonths since Amy disappeared, swallowed whole by a deal too steep to say no to and though the rest of the world was learning to breathe without her, Ellie… hadn’t. She sat before the vanity—Amy’s vanity. Its lacquered surface reflected not just her golden hair, but the heavy stillness in her eyes. She combed slowly, deliberately, like Amy once told her to: from ends to roots, gently, with grace. Her hairshimmered like sunlight on whiskey, loose waves cascading over the silk collar of her robe, the shade of a dying apricot.“You promised me,” she murmured at the mirror, as if the ghost of Amy l
VELVET GUN 43: THE GARDEN OF GHOSTS
“If I don’t come back… I want you to live. I want you to wear color, I want you to be the soft girl I fell in love with.”The morning sun hit Ellie’s cheek like a gentle warning not warm, not cold just… real. Like time was still moving, even when everything else felt paused inside her. The comb tugged through her golden blonde hair, strands falling in soft waves down her shoulders. She sat at the vanity in Amy’s room—her room now, though she hadn’t let herself call it that, not even once. The mirror reflected a girl who looked nothing like the one from six months ago, the one who had stormed into the underworld, rage-tinted and blood-soaked, holding Amy’s gun like it was scripture. This version of Ellie was quiet, colorful. A pastel pink blouse clung to her like a whisper, a yellow skirt brushed against her knees. Her lips were glossed with a soft cherry hue, not red like war, but like life. Outside, Lena hummed as she poured coffee into Ellie’s cup. The window was open, birds chirped
VELVET GUN 42: NOT GONE
“Some people vanish loud — in fire, in blood, in screams. But the worst ones disappear quietly and you never stop listening for the silence they left behind.”The world didn’t stop when Amy disappeared but Ellie did. For six months, she became a shadow moving through the halls of a house too big and too quiet, wearing Amy’s silk robe like armor and ghosting through rooms that still smelled likeher. She answered questions in nods. She issued orders with blank stares. She ran operations with a voice that trembled only when no one was listening. Ellie survived because she had no other choice. But surviving without Amy wasn’t living. It was haunting. Thomas had come back so had the guards, the maids even the club had reopened. Life cruelly, moved on but Ellie stayed behind.Each morning, she’d sit on the edge of Amy’s bed — untouched, unmade and stare at the empty side where Amy should’ve been. Some days she wept until her ribs ached other days she said nothing at all, just held the pill
VELVET GUN 41: NOT FORGOTTEN
“They said time heals everything. But what do you do when time only makes the silence louder?”The wind howled through the vineyard like it knew something they didn’t, cold, fast, unforgiving. Ellie stood alone on the edge of the cliffs behind the estate the place Amy always came to think, to smoke, to scheme, to bleed in peace. Her coat billowed behind her like a ghost, black gloves, black boots, black eyes. They’d brought back a body, burnt, bent, broken, a body that looked too much like Amy, too much to deny and yet… Ellie didn’t cry, not here.She just stood there, the taste of iron on her tongue, her heart a fist she couldn’t unclench. The fog rolled over the hills in thick, heavy drapes, swallowing the horizon — as if the world itself was trying to erase Amy’s silhouette from memory but Ellie refused, she wouldn’t forget, couldn’t. Not after everything, not after nights spent whispering promises into bruised skin, not after kisses that tasted like honey and gunpowder, not after
VELVET GUN 40: COME BACK
“The days blurred, sunrise, sunset, silence. Ellie did not count them anymore.”FLASHBACK — DAYS EARLIERThe moment he entered the house, Ellie knew something was wrong. She saw him first — her grandfather, Giulia’s husband — tall, broad, dressed in gray with a stare like winter steel. He looked at Amy like she was dirt under his shoe.Amy, still healing, stood at the foot of the stairs. A robe clutched over her bruised body. Her posture was tall but her hands shook faintly. Ellie moved fast, stepping between them. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, she snapped but he didn’t speak, He lunged. Hit Amy once — hard — across the face, she fell. Ellie screamed, he went to hit her again. That’s when Ellie grabbed the small pistol from the hallway drawer and pointed it squarely at him.“Touch her again and I’ll put you down like a dog.”He froze.Stared at her — shocked.But not by the gun.By the tears in her eyes.By the loyalty.By the fire.He pulled back, didn’t say a word just l
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