The Seventh Heartbeat
“Aria, is money really that important? Would you die without it?!”
Staring into his bloodshot eyes, I nodded.
“You’re right. Without it, I would really die.”
He pushed me away in rage.
“Fine! Then, drink it all! Drink until you’re satisfied!”
My whole body felt weighed down and heavy, as if I was tied to a boulder.
The artificial heart in my chest seemed to have stopped beating.
I smiled faintly, took a shallow breath, and grabbed another bottle to pour it down my throat.
Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!”
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