Your Love Once Burned Fiery
Locked in that basement, denied even a sliver of sunlight, surviving only on the water and food they sent down… With no way to bathe, I could only save my drinking water to wipe myself down, ensuring I stayed clean and didn't decay throughout the year.
And yet, the moment they opened the basement door and saw me—dirty, ragged, unkempt—even the harshest light couldn't hide the look of disgust in Jonathan's eyes. And in that instant, my heart died completely.
He stepped closer, a flicker of concern in his gaze.
"Your complexion is awful… are you feeling unwell?"
He reached out, as if to brush the tangled strands of hair from my forehead. But I stepped back, keeping my distance.
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