Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bratty Prince And The Bodyguard : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Kieran's POV:The thoughts were louder than usual tonight.There was a voice in my head. It was mine, but twisted as it was telling me I could make it stop. That one clean cut would drown the rest of the noise. If I could just watch something bleed that wasn't my heart, maybe I would finally sleep.

Adrien's POV: I felt so bad about being harsh on him earlier. I mean, how can I blame him when I anticipated this outcome beforehand. We knew one day this was going to happen. We just did not know it was going to happen so soon. Especially when we were not prepared for it at all. When we we

Adrien's POV: I couldn’t look at him for a second. I blinked hard, then clenched my jaw to stop my own throat from collapsing. “I am scared of losing you even if you’re still here. I am scared of seeing your name next to hers. You think I will be able to sleep knowing you are beside her every night, even if nothing’s happening and pretending I don’t fucking care ?” He didn’t say anything. He just kept watching me. I swallowed, and continued because I had to, because if I didn’t say it now, I never would. “I know it would just be a piece of paper. I know what you are saying. But that paper changes everything, Kieran. It’s not just a formality. It’s an erasure. Of this. Of us. Of the parts of you that are still trying to breathe in this fucking palace.” His eyes welled up with tears, and this time, they didn’t hold. They spilled over, silently, one by one. His lips trembled, and he quickly bit down on the inside of his cheek to stop the sound that tried to escape. “I don’t know

Kieran’s POV: I stood. Or tried to. My knees nearly gave out. My head swam. She walked beside me, steady and calm, like nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong. By the time we reached the empty sitting room at the end of the corridor, I collapsed onto the couch like the weight of pretending had finally broken me. My legs folded. My hands covered my face. I could feel myself shaking. “Your Highness,” she said, kneeling beside me, voice full of calm urgency, “just breathe. You are okay. You are having a panic attack. I have got you. You are safe now.” “I can’t do this,” I whispered, my chest heaving. “I can’t keep pretending. I can’t keep smiling. I’m going to fall apart.” “That's alright,” she said gently. “I am right here.” I felt like I was made of glass. One wrong word and I would shatter. She helped me sit up, pressed a glass of water into my hands. I stared at it like it was a foreign object. My hands were still trembling. The rim of the glass clinked against my teeth

Adrien's POV: The café Win chose was… aggressively hideous.It smelled like expired espresso and the regrets of every college dropout who had sat here before us. The air conditioner wheezed like it had asthma and there was a drawing of someone’s bare butt on the wall above the counter. Tasteful.“C