She isn't fine like she pretends to be. On the contrary.
Liliana Storm Whitlock is shattered into a thousand pieces, used from the ones she loves, betrayed by the ones she loves, broken by the ones she loves.
So she lost herself.
And it all seems t...
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Everything god damn aches.
Nothing is the same and I can't seem to stand upright anymore. Not after that accident. Louis is gone. Forever.
Gone is the sharpness of my mind, and the joy that once accompanied living has evaporated into the shadows.
Spending the last weeks at the hospital have been weighing on my mind more than I would like to admit. At first the doctors didn't even think I would make it out alive and intact.
But I did. I pushed through.
I had severe internal bleeding in my brain, but through whatever luck, I made it out more or less alive. Numerous memories have been erased from my mind, but Ostin and the rest of the team have been trying to get me back on track. However I doubt it will be enough.
I might have been able to cheat death, but the pain in my chest has been eating me up. And until this day, I can't understand where it comes from. My mind is drowsy and I know that key memories are lacking. I just can't find them.
I hate to admit it, but the only way to ease this pain is to replay the images of those grey stormy eyes looking at me. The scene consistently unfolds in my mind: her body in the snow, stomach bleeding, and those eyes desperately struggling to stay open.
I'm so obsessed, with those eyes. When I woke up from my coma, they were the first thing I thought of. Burning in my mind, unwilling to leave my mind at rest. It drove me crazy the first days and not knowing if she made it out alive made it all worse. Nobody wanted to give me the information I needed and when I tried to access to her files with the help of the Knight family, it was all blocked. Unaccessible.
But then she showed up in front of my door. She came to find me.
And I pushed her right back when started to say things I couldn't understand. I hated her for calling me by my second name. So, I let her leave in the arms of her boyfriend.
Until now, the anger hasn't diminished. Yet whenever I see her, a fire builds up inside of me to trash my mind to pieces. And I can't stop thinking about what she is implying. It's seems like nonsense, but it could not be more logical at the same time.
I got you. I promise. Always.
She said those words earlier when I grabbed her in the basement. Her skin was freezing against mine, her breathes uneven as my hand covered her mouth. I wanted to push her away from me, whilst simultaneously pushing her against my chest again. Her presence felt... hauntingly familiar, her skin against mine triggering a cascade of conflicting desires.
And the storm in her eyes only grew as my tone rose against her. Maybe I shouldn't have.
I noticed that boyfriend of hers has been cadging her inside the room for as many hours as possible. Sometimes she manages to slip out from his constant grip on her, but the strength in her eyes has been disappearing. Slowly but dangerously.
