Forbidden Thoughts
Ayumi: “That the best you can do without an edit button?”
Reactions, whispers, bets.
Ayumi never picked sides. She didn’t have to. They both wrote for her now. Their tones shifted when she was around. Their stories became personal.
And when things got tense, like when Laxon wrote:
“She tasted like memories and made me forget my name.”
And Hades clapped back with: “Funny how some confuse nostalgia with heat,”
Ayumi just sipped her coffee and typed:
“Mmm. Pages burning already?”
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Until one night, she did what no sane woman probably would. She invited them both to meet her, same weekend, same motel, without telling either one that the other was coming.
Hot Chapters