"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..."
Aminah Clarke's life shattered the night her fiancée, Hailee, died in a tragic car crash. Now, a year later, she is left with a book bar, a...
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Aminah POV
Love is ruthless.
An idea that initially sounds enticing but ultimately ends in great turmoil and despair. It's a fantasy. A quite ravenous thing love is. It sucks you dry until nothing but the desperate yearn for it is left. The addiction. A fix that is never fully satisfied. It's really all a gamble. A strategic throw of an ace pair or a royal pair. The fleeting game of 'She loves me...she loves me not?'
She loved me not...
For every uttered word, every pledge of love was a mirage, a shimmering illusion masking the deception beneath. Liquid gold, that's what her lies were. Gilded promises that crumbled like paper in the rain.
I've been drowning in my memories lately, suffocating under the weight of what was and what could have been. Hailee's presence still lingers in every corner of this loft, haunting me like a ghost from a past I can't escape. Our laughter, the whispered promises, the warmth that we created— it's all here, etched into the walls like invisible graffiti. But that was all a lie...
How did I not see it? The signs were there... subtle cracks in the facade that I chose to overlook.
With each passing day, our love story begins to feel more like an intricate puzzle, and I'm left holding the fragments, trying to piece together a picture that no longer makes sense.
The sun casts long shadows through the loft windows, a reminder that the world outside is still turning. But in here, time feels frozen. It's been a week since everything happened and I've been avoiding the world outside, avoiding the questions and the pitying glances. This week has passed in slow motion and each day feels like an eternity, yet I can't bring myself to step outside.
I pace, unable to find solace in stillness. The silence is deafening, a constant reminder of the hollowness echoing in my chest. What was real? Why keep up the lies for so long? Was it all just a performance, a grand play where I was the naive lead?
Fuck, I'm losing my mind here!
Love has left me stranded, lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts. Chasing after a love that promised everything but delivered only emptiness.
She loved me not...
A knock on the door interrupts my solitary contemplation. Robyn's voice filters through, a lifeline thrown into my sea of despair. "Aminah, you in there?" Where else would I be?
"Yeah," I respond, my voice a mere whisper.
The door opens, and Robyn cautiously steps in. His eyes, usually filled with sass and humor, soften when they meet mine. "You can't stay holed up in here forever, Minah." Easy to say when you have no idea what this is like...
