Stolen Heart
And here I am, chained to her, trapped in a prison built from my own foolishness.
Her phone, lying carelessly on the table, buzzes again and again. Whoever it is, they are desperate to reach her. She glances at it, frowns, and ignores it.
I lean back, watching her, and for a moment I think of Seline, of how Isabel once used to be her best friend, her sister in all but blood. I don’t know when that friendship turned to ashes, or when Isabel’s eyes shifted from loyalty to malice. But I know one thing, she is not the woman Seline once trusted. She is a stranger now, a stranger who has turned my life into hell.
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