Semua Bab Marked By My Best friend’s Twin Brother : Bab 11 - Bab 15

Emily’s POV — The Morning AfterI didn’t wake up gently.There was no hazy drift from dream to reality, no soft stretch beneath warm blankets or peaceful blink into the morning light.I woke up like my body suddenly remembered something my mind hadn’t caught up to yet — every nerve jolting awake at once, my heart pounding before I even fully opened my eyes.For a split second, everything felt suspended.The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the distant ticking of a hallway clock.The window curtains were only half-closed, and a pale strip of early-morning light cut across the carpet. I didn’t recognize the ceiling. Or the faint smell of laundry detergent that wasn’t mine. Or the heavy stillness of the air.And then I felt it.The warmth next to me.A body.Not mine.My chest tightened, breath catching halfway in my throat. Slowly, like I already knew what I was about to see but still wasn’t ready to face it, I turned my head.My heart dropped.Jake.He wa

Jake’s POV —The metal of the car door felt cold against my back as I leaned into it, the chill cutting through the heat twisting in my chest.The night air smelled like asphalt and rain, but it did nothing to clear my head. Everything inside me felt tangled — anger, guilt, pressure, loneliness — all knotted too tight to pull apart.People always said I didn’t care about anything.Funny thing was… I cared too much.That was the problem.It was easier to pretend I didn’t. Easier to act like the reckless screw-up. The fighter. The one who didn’t feel anything deeply enough to bleed from it.Easier to be the monster than risk being the boy who could get hurt.I stared at the cracked pavement beneath my shoes, gravel shifting under my sneakers as I nudged a stone with my toe. It bounced away and disappeared into the shadows.Just like everything else.The memories from the night before replayed whether I wanted them to or not — fists, shouting, adrenaline, heat in my veins that felt like

Jake’s POV — The House I Shouldn’t Have Walked IntoThe metal of the car door felt cold against my back as I leaned into it, the chill cutting through the heat twisting in my chest. The night air smelled like asphalt and rain, but it did nothing to clear my head. Everything inside me felt tangled — anger, guilt, pressure, loneliness — all knotted too tight to pull apart.People always said I didn’t care about anything.Funny thing was… I cared too much.That was the problem.It was easier to pretend I didn’t. Easier to act like the reckless screw-up. The fighter. The one who didn’t feel anything deeply enough to bleed from it.Easier to be the monster than risk being the boy who could get hurt.I stared at the cracked pavement beneath my shoes, gravel shifting under my sneakers as I nudged a stone with my toe. It bounced away and disappeared into the shadows.Just like everything else.The memories from the night before replayed whether I wanted them to or not — fists, shouting, adrena