✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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My eyelids fluttered open, heavy and reluctant, against the backdrop of a blindingly white memory: the knife, the blood, the gunshot, and Vidyut's face, etched with something raw and terrifying before the darkness claimed me.
I blinked, waiting for the harsh, metallic scent of a hospital. Instead, I was met by the delicate fragrance of lavender and polished wood. The room was not the sterile white and grey of the hospital I vaguely remembered, nor the luxurious hotel suite. This space was intentionally cozy. Cream-colored walls bore delicate, framed paintings of serene landscapes. Sunlight, filtered through sheer curtains, cast a gentle, golden glow on the dark wooden floor.
I sat up, the sheets clinging to my skin. My fingers brushed against the cool metal of a bedside lamp. My eyes squinted at the framed photograph on the nightstand: a kind-looking man with a broad, genuine smile, holding a tiny, giggling child. A father and his daughter.
A sharp, familiar ache twisted in my chest. I craved that easy, unconditional love. Instead, my memories were only of the man who was supposed to be my father, his harsh gaze, his indifference, and the cold abuse that had marked my life. My father had been too consumed by his own petty entertainments to even spare a glance for his daughters. I quickly looked away, pushing the toxic memory back into the shadows.
The door creaked open, and I turned my head quickly, a nervous instinct making my muscles tense. My heart slowed instantly when I saw Elena. Her smile was warm, and her voice, when she spoke, was as soft and comforting as a melody.
"Good morning. You're finally awake," she said, closing the door quietly. She moved to the edge of the bed and sat down gently, her touch light on my arm. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"
"Much better," I managed, my throat dry. "Um... where am I?"
"You're in my humble abode, ma'am," Elena replied with a gentle laugh. "Vidyut dropped you here, oh, hours ago. He said he had some urgent business to handle—a meeting that couldn't wait, was the exact wording—and he gave strict instructions not to wake you up. Said your body needed serious rest."
