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THEAI don’t know how long I sit there.Time doesn’t feel real. It just drags, stretching like the silence between us. I cry until nothing comes out anymore. Until I’m dry. Empty. Hollowed out in a way no one can see but me.And when I finally stand, it’s not out of strength.It’s because I’m too tired to stay broken.My legs feel stiff, sore, like they forgot how to move. My eyes sting, and my throat burns from holding back more than just words. I don’t know what I expected walking in here. Closure? Comfort? A miracle?But not this.Not whatever this is.I walk out of his office without a word. Without looking back. Not at the chair. Not at the desk. Not even at the door that still holds pieces of my heart on the other side.I pass Nora again. She doesn't say a word. Smart woman.The halls blur past me. The sound of my shoes is distant, like it’s someone else walking. Not me. Not the woman who just cried her soul out to a man who vanished like her love was a threat.The Harrington &

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

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THEA“My… I…” I choke on the words, wiping at my cheeks even though more tears just spill down. “Lyra.” My voice trembles. “Please. Don’t tell anyone about this. Let this be a secret between us.”She straightens up a bit, her brows knitting together. “Thea, of course I won’t. You know that. But what the hell are you talking about? Vampires?”I nod, slow and broken.“My boss… Ezra…” My chest constricts just saying his name. “He’s not human.”There. I said it out loud.And it feels like betrayal, like treason, like peeling off my skin and handing it over. But Lyra’s face doesn’t shift to judgment or disbelief— maybe not yet. She’s listening. Really listening. And that’s the only reason I keep going.“I… I just got my heart broken by a vampire.” I whisper.Silence. Just for a second.Then—Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Then, she sits up. “Wh… what the hell? Are you… sure?”“No,” I admit. “But… yes. I mean—” I blow out a shaky breath, trying to form a full sentence. “He sent me o

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EZRAThey say time is a construct.But pain?Pain makes time real.Thick.Slow.Cruel.It clings to my skin as I step through the veil of space, away from my office where her scent still lingers on my skin—that familiar vanilla scent dulled with hospital smell. I breathe it in and let it choke me.Thea.Her name alone is a hymn and a curse. A taste I can’t scrape off my tongue no matter how many times I bite it.I didn’t want to leave her at that hospital.Didn’t want to peel my hand away from hers or watch her lashes flutter in sleep like she was safe, when she wasn’t. Not really. Not with me.But I did it.Because I had to.Because love or fixation, when you’re me, is not protection—it’s a promise of destruction dressed in silk and longing.If I need to be the villain to keep her alive, then let the world carve that word into my skin. Let her do it with her own hands if it helps her sleep at night. I’ll hand her the blade.I’ll be the monster who bled her dry.The coward who left he

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THEAMy best friend is even more pretty than in the video calls.Which is so freaking unfair, by the way, because I was kind of banking on the front camera humbling her just a little bit.But no.She steps out of the arrivals gate at JFK, sunglasses on her red head like a crown, oversized hoodie halfway off one shoulder, glowing like someone dipped her in honey and threw some filter dust on top.Meanwhile, I’m standing there in wrinkled jeans, crocs, and a ponytail that’s holding on by prayer and bobby pins simply because my hair which I'd cut short repeatedly is just starting to outgrow after I decide to leave it.Finn’s the first to spot her, obviously.He yells “ Auntie Lyra? Auntie Lyraaaa!” like they’ve been besties since the womb and takes off running—ice cream cone in one hand, crumbs all over his shirt, face sticky enough to qualify for glue factory entry.Lyra screams back, drops her duffel bag dramatically, and opens her arms wide like she’s in a rom-com. I swear, if there w

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LYRAThe entire bloodline of those bloodsuckers needs to be wiped off the surface of the earth.I don’t care how poetic their tragic pasts are, how sharp their jawlines are, or how damn broody they look under a streetlamp at 2AM—they’re parasites. The type that stains history like blood on a white silk dress. You can scrub all you want, it never really comes off.They’re the black smudge on a white canvas.The kind of stain you burn the whole painting for.And yet—somehow—my best friend has two of the most dangerous ones sniffing around her like she's a walking bag of O-negative and unresolved trauma.Two.Not just one of the four fabled Shadow Princes—two.I honestly thought I’d be dead before I ever got a whiff of any of them. These aren’t the type of monsters that waltz around in daylight with fresh haircuts and designer boots, threatening civilians. No. These ones are ancient. Cursed. Practically folklore. The kind of thing new recruits at STSD whisper about during orientation lik

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THEAIt’s been two days since Lyra left.Just two.And yet the silence feels like it’s been living here for centuries.This morning, I dropped Finn off at school. Smiled through the routine. Packed his lunch with extra grapes and a little note that said Mommy loves you. He's back to normal. He beamed. Hugged me like I was his world.And I let him go.Even though every part of me wanted to hold on just a little longer.Even though the silence at home scares me now more than any heartbreak ever has.Maybe that’s the quiet gift of a 9-5 job—constant noise. A scheduled distraction. The clicking sound of your keypad, people who ask you about coffee and deadlines like those things matter more than the ache building behind your ribs.When you’re working, you don’t really notice how empty your home has become.You just come back, kick your shoes off, and crash.But now?Now I notice.I see the missing shoes by the door. I feel the cold where laughter used to live. I hear the damn echo of noth

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THEAThe tears won’t stop.They just won’t.They pour like something inside me finally cracked open and let everything spill, the grief, the ache, the rage, the loneliness. All of it.I don’t even know how long I’ve been crying. Could be minutes. Could be hours. Maybe days.Time doesn’t feel real anymore.Only pain does.The kind that wraps around your bones and settles in your chest like it belongs there. Like it always has.I can’t move.I just lie here, curled on the floor where he left me. The last place he held me. The last place I ever felt him.God.The bond is gone.I didn’t even know what it really meant until it wasn’t there anymore. Until something I couldn’t name vanished and took parts of me with it.I feel hollow. Carved out. Like there’s air where he used to be.I gasp, but there’s not enough oxygen in the world for this kind of hurt.My fingers twitch, weak. I blink through the tears, chest shuddering.I have to move.Finn.I need to make sure Finn’s okay.Because even

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

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EZRAI don’t even remember how I got here.I think I drove. Or maybe the car drove me.After I left her house—after she cried and begged and I still shoved that thing down her throat like the coward I am—I didn’t go far. I just kept driving until my hands stopped shaking.It didn’t take long.Barely a mile out, I saw the first bar sign flickering in red neon. Like a goddamn invitation to spiral. So I parked, walked in, and fell straight into the pit I carved myself.I don’t even ask for a drink. Just throw my card on the bar and mutter something about whiskey. Or maybe vodka. Or both.Doesn’t matter.The bartender gets it. Quiet type. He swipes, replaces, swipes again.I’ve downed maybe four, five bottles now.Not that it helps.Vampire physiology means human alcohol barely scratches the surface. I’d have to drink the whole cellar to feel a buzz. But I keep drinking anyway.Just for the burn.Just for the distraction.The liquor slides down my throat like regret—fast, sharp, useless.

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THEAI wake up to the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic and the sound of a slow, steady beep… beep… beep that tells me I’m still here. Alive.Albeit barely.I blink up at the ceiling—white, clinical, too bright. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, and even then, everything feels like I’m underwater. Blurry, cold and floating.My chest aches. My mouth tastes like dust.Then, my eyes catch the movement and my ear catches the little sigh of what I think is… relief?Two figures hover beside the bed. A blur of navy and white.I blink again, and they sharpen.A woman in a police uniform, arms crossed with a notepad in one hand. Her badge catches the light.Next to her is a man in a lab coat. Soft. Clipboard in hand and a stethoscope around his neck.“Ah. You’re awake.” The doctor steps forward, voice gentle. “Take your time. You fainted.”I part my lips, but only a rasp comes out.He pours me a small glass of water and brings the straw to my mouth. I sip slowly, the cold sliding down

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EZRAI don't fight it.The moment the darkness pulls me under, I let it.No claws.No growls.No resistance.Just... surrender.It’s been a long time since I felt peace.And this?This feels a lot like it.Like giving up. Like finally laying down the blade I’ve been carving myself open with.I close my eyes.I don't want to see Malik.I don't want to see the Enforcer.I don't want to see the thrones that wait behind the veil, or the council that will strip me down to nothing.I only want to see her.And I can't.The last time I did, she was unconscious.Still.Fragile.Bruised.Her dress was torn.A mark blooming on her cheek from where the chaos had brushed against her too hard.What if it wasn’t just a bruise?What if she never woke up?What if I pushed her away… straight into the hands of someone who couldn’t keep her safe?I shoved her into Malik’s orbit. Into a bar that turned into a warzone. Into a night soaked in blood and fire.All because I thought I was protecting her.All b

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