(Book 2 of 'YOU ARE MINE ' series)
A DARK ROMANCE BOOK!!!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬; 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬.
She doesn't want him, but he wants her. He will do whatever it takes...
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The shadows veiled her sight, But I yearn to be her guiding light.
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I’ve been sitting behind my computer screen for days, watching Kiara sink deeper into the dark abyss she’s built around herself.
I’m helpless—trapped on the other side of the screen while she wastes away. She hasn’t moved from her bed, hasn’t even taken a sip of water.
Her face is gaunt, the dark circles under her eyes almost black, and her once-bright eyes are dim, as though the light inside her has been completely snuffed out.
It kills me to watch her like this, but I’ve learned from experience that now isn’t the time to reach out. She’s shut herself off from the world, locked herself in a prison of grief that no one can pull her from—not even me.
Tomorrow is her mother’s death anniversary, and every year, like clockwork, she spirals into this toxic cycle.
It's a twisted, masochistic ritual—one where she tortures herself with memories she can’t let go of, memories that slowly poison her, eating away at whatever’s left.
I’ve been through this with her before. I’ve tried pulling her out of it, talking her down, but it’s always the same. She refuses to be saved.
I rub my hands over my face, trying to shake off the hopelessness that weighs on me. How many times have I watched this unfold? How many times have I told myself that maybe this year will be different, only for her to sink further into the dark?
But even though it hurts, I can’t stop watching her. It’s like an addiction—one that leaves me sick to my stomach every time.
Hours pass before I finally see her stir. She shifts on the bed, slowly pulling herself into a sitting position, her movements sluggish and weak.
She looks like she hasn’t slept in days. Hell, she hasn’t. And when she does manage to sleep, it's restless—without the pills, she’s woken up by nightmares that leave her gasping for air.
