Never Mine To Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Noah’s POVThe stadium lights hadn’t even warmed up all the way yet, and sweat was already dripping down the side of my face. The field smelled like cut grass and damp earth, the way it always did after a night of practice. I should have been focused on drills, on footwork, on the ball bouncing between us. We had a competition coming up, and coach had been drilling us hard about staying sharp.But my head wasn’t on the ball.It never was these days. Not when I’d catch myself wondering if River had eaten dinner, if he was sketching something in the art room, if he was curled up on that old couch with his knees pulled up.“Hey, did you see that article?” Mark’s voice broke across the field like a bad note in a song.I ignored him at first, sending the ball down the line, but he didn’t stop.“About your boy and that professor? Freaking disgusting.”The words landed sharp in my chest. My foot froze mid-step.One of the other guys groaned. “Drop it, man. Nobody wants to hear it.”But Mark

Stalker's Pov.He looked beautiful like that.On the floor, pale, trembling, then finally going limp in Noah’s arms. A little bird with clipped wings. Helpless. Fragile. Exactly the way I wanted him.I leaned back against the brick wall, hands tucked into my jacket pockets, watching through the window like I was watching a private show put on just for me. My phone hummed against my palm, each vibration a new photo saving itself to my gallery. Click. Another angle. Click. Another frame. I didn’t even need to move. The night was kind to me, wrapping me in shadows while River’s world fell apart on the other side of that glass.God, the view was perfect. Noah clutching him like a hero in some tragic play. River’s head pressed weakly against his chest, his body too heavy for himself, too small for the noise of the world.Pathetic. And yet… exquisite.it felt right, like watching the Hamilton musical plays only better cause the feeling of fear and the taste of shinara's Joy.How I loved thi

River’s POVThe sound of beeping was the first thing I heard. Slow, steady, measured, like a clock ticking inside my chest.Then the smell hit me. Sharp and sterile, too clean, like disinfectant and plastic gloves mixed together. My nose wrinkled, my throat dry.I fought against the weight on my eyelids, dragging them open inch by inch. The light overhead was too bright, stabbing into my skull until I had to squint. Slowly, the blur cleared. White walls. Pale curtains swaying with the hum of air conditioning. A clear bag of liquid hanging from a pole. A thin tube taped clumsily to my hand.Hospital.The word made my chest tighten all over again, panic climbing up my throat, sharp and fast. My heart skipped like it wanted to bolt before the rest of me could catch up. For a moment, I thought I’d fall back into that darkness again, that weight pressing down. But then, I heard a voice.“River?”The voice came from my right, warm but cracked around the edges. I turned my head, slow and sti

River's Pov.The room was quiet except for our breathing. Heavy. Uneven. My skin was sticky with sweat, my chest rising and falling against Noah’s. He still held me close, his arm tight around my waist like he was scared I’d slip away if he loosened even a little. His breath brushed the side of my neck, hot and ragged, and I could feel the quick beat of his heart where his chest pressed against mine.I should’ve felt drained, empty after the release, but instead, I felt alive in a way I couldn’t explain. Every nerve in my body was buzzing. My legs still trembled, my lips swollen, my skin marked where his mouth and hands had claimed me. I should’ve been satisfied. But lying there, wrapped up in him, I could feel the hunger still there, coiled tight in my stomach, sharper now.Noah kissed the side of my head, gentle this time, almost too gentle compared to how rough it had been minutes ago. “You okay?” he whispered against my hair.I nodded, though my voice came out broken. “Yeah… more

Daniel’s POVThe air around the building felt colder than anywhere else in town, as if the university itself had turned its back on me. My shoes scraped against the pavement, sharp and wrong, each step louder than it should have been. I felt like the whole place knew I was coming, like the walls themselves leaned closer to listen, ready to swallow me.I didn’t want to be here, not really. But I told myself I needed to. Just in, just out. Grab a few things from my office. Maybe show my face in the hallway, remind myself I wasn’t erased yet, not fully. But even as I thought it, I felt the lie. I had been erased. Piece by piece. Every whisper I heard on my way here told me that.Whispers. God. They clung to me like smoke.River’s professor.The line looped in my head, the way those two students had said it earlier. Not loud, not even cruel, but with that certain tone. The one that cuts deeper than shouting. The tone that says: we know. We know what you are. We know what you’ve done.My f