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✨ Only love can hurt like this ✨
Only love can hurt like this
Must have been a deadly kiss
Only love can hurt like this
Only love can hurt like this
Your kisses burn into my skin
✨ Only love can hurt like this ✨
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I breathe raggedly with my head hung low, wiping at the blood on my cut lip with my empty hand, yet my mind can't even register the sting of pain. I feel like I am in one of those dreams where you fall from a high place and wake up with a strong jolt, feeling scared and confused and sad, all at the same time.
Except it's not a dream. And I am not waking up. I keep falling.
I want to hide and cry. I want to shout and scream. I want to break everything down. I want to forget my mother's dying face.
My beautiful mother dying all alone. In the hand of a monster.
All because of me.
All because of me.
All because of me.
If I was never born, she would have been alive. She would have lived a long, happy life. If I was never born, Dante's mother would still be alive too. Everything is because of me. I did this. I caused my mother's death.
"Seb— Sebastian!" A familiar voice is yelling, their voice getting closer and closer, but it's drowned out by someone's loud, pain-filled wails.
Who is crying?
"Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?"
A cold hand touches my back and I lurch away from the person, lunging for the abandoned gun on the ground - where I had initially pulled it out from under the couch cushions.
The wailing stops and I realize, it was me. It was my sobs. My pain. My mother dying.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I stumble away with the gun held high in my shaking hands.
She freezes. Eyes wide and her face frozen in shock. I have never yelled at anyone in my life. And if I was capable of feeling anything but hatred at this moment, I'd probably regret raising my voice.
"S-Sebastian?" She asks, her voice small and scared. "What is going on?"
"Are you fucking serious?" I shout, a hysterical laugh slipping out of my mouth. "Oh, y-you're serious! You're seriously asking me what is going on?!" I laugh harder. "God, you're good! Y-You're good!"
"Little lamb," She whispers, her voice so soft. "You're freaking me out. Put the gun down. What is happening? Did he do something to you?"
"You should be freaking out, Eva! Your web of lies is unraveling, you heartless monster."
My mind replays every moment we have shared in the past three months. Every whisper and touch. Every kiss and shared breath. Every intimate moment. Every time I shared my deepest secrets and feelings and desires.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
All this time she has been playing me and I have been eating up everything like a lovesick puppy. I feel like the biggest fool on the planet.
I grip my hair and tug, hard. Wishing to feel anything else but this inescapable pain deep inside. Like a virus, spreading out and infecting everything it touches.
"How did I not see this before? How have I been this blind?" I whisper, pacing back and forth, my breathing fast and shallow.
"Little lamb, please calm down. Tell me what is—"
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