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confession No. 69: The Lace Ruined

Penulis: Gabriella4whyte
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-17 22:14:15

I swore I would never let it happen.

Not here.

Not like this.

Not with him.

The lace was my shield flimsy, yes, but still something. It was the only thing standing between me and the hunger I pretended I didn’t feel. I told myself that if I kept it intact, I could keep my resolve intact too.

But his hands didn’t believe in lace.

They weren’t gentle when they found me. They didn’t ask permission. They claimed. And then came the sound

Rip.

A tear so sharp, so final, it cut through the air louder than my gasp. Louder than the frantic thudding of my own heart.

The lace was gone, shredded between his fists. And with it, the lie I’d been clinging to that I could keep us wrapped in almosts and nevers.

That sound split me open.

Half of me wanted to cry, to shove him away, to mourn the fragile barrier that had been torn apart. But the other half, oh God, the other half wanted to burn alive in the fire he lit in me.

Because the truth was, my body didn’t recoil. It didn’t hesitate. It answered.
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