1000 MILES OF LOVE

CHAPTER 4: The abandoned poster

This is it—the end of my medical education. The only thing holding me together after the accident was medicine, and now even that's slipping away. Pierce is going to rip my life apart, and keeping my door shut is just delaying the inevitable. My heart hammered in my chest, begging for mercy, and the darkness of the room pressed in on me. My legs gave out, and I collapsed. But Mily caught me, lifting me effortlessly into her arms. How was she so strong? It didn't make sense, but in her arms, nothing else mattered.

"But Pierce..."

"Shh... Don't worry about her. There are far more otherworldly things you should be concerned with."

Otherworldly? I couldn't see her face in the dark and didn't know if she was joking or not. Her words lingered, unsettling and mysterious. I peered through the dimness, searching for the electrician, but he was nowhere to be found. The window was open. Somehow, he'd been kind enough to leave without asking for his payment, perhaps sensing the tension that filled the room.

But in Mily's arms, none of that mattered anymore. The pressure from outside—Pierce's attempts to break my door with her cane, the impending doom of my academic career—faded into nothing. I would happily let it all go if it meant staying right here, wrapped in her warmth.

She carefully laid me down on the bed, then climbed up beside me. As her body brushed against mine, a jolt of electricity surged through me. She lied flat beside me and took my face in her left hand and placed my face over her neck and held me tight. I curled in her soft and warm embrace. I could feel the soft, rhythmic pulse of her carotid artery tapping my cheek—lub dub, lub dub. Each beat was slow and steady, like a lullaby for my restless heart.

In that moment, every ounce of fear and anxiety melted away. Between the pauses of her pulse, I felt peace.

Then Mily slowly lifted my face up, and pulled it up towards her face. Very slowly, first she pressed my forehead against her chin and slid my face over hers brushed my forehead down the curve of her nose until we were in perfect alignment, eye to eye and lip to lip. And then, without warning, she gripped my waist, effortlessly rolled my body and came on top of me ,pinning me to the bed with a sudden intensity. Her lips crashed onto mine, her tongue parting them, grazing against mine, igniting a spark inside me. A rush of energy flooded my veins, as if some otherworldly force surged through us both.

My back arched, bowing against the overwhelming tide of sensation. Blood coursed through my body with impossible speed. Every cell of mine yearned for her. I was on the brink of something immense, like teetering at the edge of an abyss. I wasn't just feeling it—I was becoming it.

We were one.

In that split second, everything clicked. Everything made sense. This—we—made sense. We had been born for this, to exist in this endless dance of day and night, of desire and connection. I knew it wasn't one-sided. Like me, she had been holding herself back all this time.

When she finally withdrew, her lips left a searing trail. She kissed the edge of my ear softly and whispered, "You're ready to go now."

That's when reality hit me— Blood thirsty Pierce was still at my doorstep, predator-like, ready to strike. But this time, the fear didn't cling to me the way it used to. It was gone. I stepped forward and opened the door.

The corridor outside was packed. Everyone probably heard the commotion that Pierce had caused and stood outside to witness. Their eyes, filled with pity, trailed over me, silently passing judgment on my situation. But Pierce—her eyes were something different. They burned with the hunger of a predator who had finally cornered her prey.