Margaret’s POV“Do I still have your heart, Dante?” I mumbled, watching Dante leave the hospital room, his retreating back burning into my vision.I couldn’t believe that a time would come when I would see Dante hesitate over any of my requests. Even though I had forced him to choose me with my little acts, I didn’t feel like I had won at all, not truly.What’s a win when it’s built on such tricks and desperation?“But I don’t care if I win with such tricks. What matters is that Dante is mine,” I whispered, ruffling my hair in frustration, but my hands trailed down to the bandaged wounds on my wrists, lingering there.My eyes darkened as I saw how far I could go just to reach Dante, and that realization dragged memories from the past to the surface. I could still remember the painful sound of the scalpel as it cut through my skin, and how I kept fainting again and again from the unbearable pain.“You’ve done worse, so this is nothing,” I muttered to myself, steadying my breathing as I
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