OPHELIABy morning, the storm had reduced to a mist. Yet I was still restless. I remained in bed, looking up at the ceiling of the cliff house, replaying Charlotte's words in my head. Pick a date. Be the fairytale they want.Every choice, during the last six years of my life, had been a matter of control—what I said, what I built, whom I let in. And once again, I was being driven to give a performance to those shit heads. And this time, my co-star was the man who'd destroyed me.When I closed my eyes, I swear, I could still feel him. His breath, his gentle touch, the rough sound he made when I moaned his name. The memory was so strong, so present, that it seemed almost treasonous to remember it. Because what we'd shared wasn’t just a spark or whatever the hell I wanted to name it. It was what we were. Or once were, even though the thing between us felt more alive than it had ever been. But now, Charlotte wanted to use it. And yes, I’m aware it isn’t her fault, but it doesn’t make me
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