"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
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"Where are you going, lisichka?" His voice, a gravelly murmur, sent chills down my spine as I turned to face...
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What if I told you that I love you? Would you tell me that you love me back?
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The door slammed shut behind me as I stormed into my room, rage burning through my veins like fire. "Why the fuck doesn't she understand?"
Frustration twisted inside me, tightening like a noose. Without thinking, I grabbed the vase from the center table and hurled it against the wall. The shattering sound echoed through the room as porcelain pieces scattered across the floor—some sharp, some blunt, just like the jagged mess inside me.
I kicked a large shard out of my way and collapsed onto the bed, burying my face in my hands.
It's already her birthday eve tomorrow, and the only time I could even be close to her was when I snuck into her room in the dead of night. Even then, all I got was the sound of her soft, peaceful snores while I stood there like a fucking ghost, watching her. Like I wasn't even real.
Her presence, her ignorance—everything about her was driving me insane. I need her in front of me every second, but when she ignores me? It makes me want to tear the world apart.
She's corroding me—eating away at my mind, my soul, piece by piece. Her smile, always hidden, like she's afraid someone might actually see her happiness. The way she fidgets around us, awkward, like a million thoughts are trapped in her head, but she's too careful, too scared, to say a single word. It's not that she doesn't know what to say—it's that she doesn't want to be noticed. And it kills me.
"Arghhh!" The growl ripped from my throat, raw and savage, my body vibrating with the force of it.
I was already on edge, barely holding on from the lack of chances I've had to talk to her. And now, my precious little 'innocent' sister decides to throw Rhea into the mix with her friends.
"Why? Why the fuck did she have to meet her friends? Why can't she just stay home?" I muttered through clenched teeth, grinding so hard I could feel my jaw ache.
Pacing back and forth like a caged animal, I could feel the minutes slipping away. Every dark thought crept into my mind, a nightmare crawling under my skin.
