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Mental break

Lorraine's POV

I don't get it.

I never actually get it.

I stared blankly at the ceiling of my room, the weight of my emotions pressing down on me.

My body lay splayed across the bed like a star, legs outstretched, arms wide open, sinking deeper into the mattress.

The room was silent except for the sound of my uneven breathing, which I was trying to control despite the heaviness in my chest.

Sky blue...

That was Athena’s favorite color.

Chandria liked green.

And Jezreel?

She adored yellow.

But why couldn’t I remember Athena’s?

It didn’t make sense.

Even now, after our fight, I felt like she had been right all along, though I couldn’t fully grasp why.

The argument happened just yesterday, yet the pain and confusion lingered, swirling in my mind like a storm that wouldn’t pass.

Every thought felt tangled, every feeling raw and exposed.

I couldn’t understand her.

Her words echoed in my mind, over and over again.

“You’re delusional,” she had said, her voice sharp and cutting through the air like a blade.

“You’re treating me like Jezreel.”

But I wasn’t…

Was I?

Maybe it was just that she sometimes acted so much like Jezreel, carrying herself with that same energy, that same spark.

How could I not see the resemblance?

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the thoughts.

Burying my face into the pillow, I screamed as loud as I could, hoping to release some of the frustration building inside me.

The pillow muffled my voice, but it didn’t muffle the emotions.

I felt the urge to cry, but I was too exhausted, too drained to summon any more tears.

It was as if my well of sorrow had run dry.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. The sound startled me, breaking through the haze of my thoughts.

I didn’t want to get up—I was too worn out, too defeated. But I couldn’t just leave whoever was at the door waiting.

Dragging myself off the bed, I made my way downstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.

At the entrance, I glanced at the screen and saw who was standing outside.

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