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“Tell me now David , what the fuck are you doing with these bitches “she shrieks as she glares at me ,, her high pitched voice as annoying as ever . I return the glare hoping she gets the message that she doesn't scare me , she always tried to intimidate me before and I admit it sometimes worked but not anymore. “The only bitch I see here is you , Anastasia” I retorted to which Mia shouts oh snap dramatically making Anastasia scoff . “Wow I always knew you both were losers but please don't show it to the rest “she says with a dismissive hair flip . Mia and I look at each other before laughing , Anastasia looks confused as everyone else but we understand each other perfectly, nothing she says would affect us when we are both together. “Oh really thanks for the advice ,but I hope you start taking your own advice soon because it's obvious you have been broadcasting your stupidity since you were a child “mia comment which makes me laugh and I turn and notice both Ryan and David tryi

“Enmeshment”“That is what Mia has “he says calmly, his eyes bored into mine .“What is that “Ryan's expression was serious. "What I am about to explain to you. Is Something that might help you understand what's going on with Mia,so you can understand her reasons for do what she did “I nodded, intrigued. “So explain it to me “Ryan took a deep breath. “Enmeshment. It's a psychological concept that describes a situation where two or more people become overly involved in each other's lives. They lose their sense of identity and autonomy, and their boundaries become blurred."I frowned, trying to understand. "What do you mean?"Ryan's eyes locked onto mine. "In the case of you and Mia, it means that Mia has become so close that she is no longer sure where one of you ends and the other begins. You're like two threads that have become tangled together."I felt a pang of guilt, is that how she has been feeling all this while .Ryan's expression was gentle. "Enmeshment can be unhealthy,

My head is spinning ,I feel super dizzy , I can’t believe that the voice that has been ringing in my head for days and nights on end ,the same voice I have been trying to remember for so long was finally being played like a symphony for me . He was here , I don't know how or why but all I know was that the man I couldn't stop thinking about ,the man that plagued my dreams but anytime I opened my eyes, I couldn't remember his face or voice , the only thing that cling to my memory was his intimidating aura and now he was here ,right in front me again . “don’t you remember begging for death? “ he says coldly with a sneer .Leaving me shivering on the spot . Just as I remembered ,cold and detached ,his voice laced with a hint of danger and mystery that makes you crave the next words he utters more than air , His voice is so hypnotic you fall into a trance ,knowing fully well that if he demands you to jump, you would ask how high without hesitation ,ready to do anything to hear him say m

I took a few deep breaths, the sharp sting of pain anchoring me to reality, before cautiously pushing myself up from the hospital bed. My body protested with every movement—burning ribs, a lingering headache from the mild concussion, and the dull ache of scraped skin. Each time I tried to stand, my ribs reminded me with a harsh stab of pain. They’d been weakened long before the crash; the impact had simply taken advantage of their fragility. Before surgery, under anesthesia, I had felt invincible, but now every inch of my body reminded me that I was anything but.With painstaking effort, I made my way to the center of the room. Denise had gone to fetch my discharge papers and the few belongings I needed for the ride home. I knew I had only a moment—a small, precious window to enact my plan before she returned.Steadying myself on trembling legs, I inch-walked across the linoleum floor. The cool tiles pressed against my socks, offering a weird kind of comfort. In a daze of pain and adr

“What do you mean that you’re done… and that you’re leaving? When did you decide this?”“How long have you been thinking about this? Have you been planning to leave me this entire time?” Mia asks accusingly, and I stay silent.To be honest, the thought came only just now… well, after my talk with Ryan.“Hi Ryan… um, before the whole mess at the club, Mia gave me your number, just in case I wanted to have sex with you… well, not like I want to have sex with you.”“But I’m not saying I don’t want to have sex with you either. I mean—since you were pretending to be interested in me, I’m sure you don’t actually want to have sex with me.”“But I’m not assuming! I hate when people do that. So if you did want to have sex with me, that’s totally fine… but I don’t mean fine like we should—I just mean it would be fine if you wanted to. But if you don’t, that’s totally fine as well.”“I feel like I’ve used the word sex too much, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been rambling, so… do me a favor and ignore