˚˙•My Treasured Heart•˙˚ A Hookedheart fanfic

Chapter 12

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊'𝒎
𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈"

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Bridget

As the sun sets over Merlin Academy, the sky transforms into a canvas of rich oranges, deep purples, and soft pinks. The golden light casts a warm glow on the ancient stone buildings, highlighting their intricate carvings and ivy-clad walls. Students gather on the grounds, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves, while the silhouettes of towering trees frame the horizon. The air grows cooler, filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, as the day fades and a serene twilight settles over the campus.

I was joyfully making her way across the old wooden bridge, my heart light as I carefully navigated each plank, determined not to stumble on my way to their cherished spot—the gazebo. Although I had been skeptical about my relationship with Hook at first, I had gradually grown to like him, finding myself increasingly comfortable in his presence. However, as I reached the end of the bridge and approached the gazebo, a sudden wave of disbelief washed over me when I paused and caught sight of Hook, locked in an intimate kiss with a girl who had striking blue hair. It was Grimhilde. My heart dropped as I processed the scene before me, feeling a mix of confusion and hurt settle in my chest.

So it was all a lie? Every single part of our relationship had been built on deception. I felt more shocked than I thought I should have been. Hook was notorious as the biggest player in school—what had ever made me think he would change for me? Yet, despite his reputation, I had convinced myself that I might be his one exception, the one girl who could make him see beyond his usual games. The realization cut deeper than I expected, leaving my grappling with a mix of anger and heartbreak as I stood there, watching the truth unfold before me.

I quickly turned on my heel, fleeing the scene at the gazebo as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. Each step felt heavy with heartbreak, my mind racing as I fought to process the betrayal. The laughter of my peers faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of my heart and the ache in my chest. I needed to escape, to put distance between myself and the memories that now felt tainted, desperate to find solace away from the pain.

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As I stumbled down the dimly lit dormitory hall, hot tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. Each step felt heavy, as if the weight of my heartbreak was dragging me down. I couldn't shake the image of Hook kissing Grimhilde from my mind.

What had I been thinking? I had let myself believe I was special, that I could be his exception. The laughter and sweet moments we shared felt like a cruel joke now. The colorful posters on the walls seemed to mock me, each one a reminder of the joy I once felt.

I quickened my pace, desperate to reach my room, my sanctuary. The hallway stretched on, doors lined with memories of friendships that felt distant and hollow at that moment. I just needed to be alone, to let the tears flow and confront the painful reality that had shattered my heart.

When I finally reached my room, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, the familiar sight of my sanctuary enveloping me. The walls were a vibrant pink, painted in my favorite shade, creating a cozy yet bold atmosphere. My bed, dressed in a fluffy pink duvet, beckoned me to collapse onto it.

Every surface was adorned with soft pink accents—cushions, fairy lights, and even a plush rug that felt like stepping onto a cloud. Posters of my favorite bands and inspirational quotes decorated the walls, but right now, they felt distant and uninviting.

I stumbled over to my desk, where a pink lamp cast a warm glow, illuminating my collection of journals and trinkets. This space had always been a refuge, filled with dreams and laughter, but now it felt tinged with sadness. I sank onto my bed, burying my face in the pillows, allowing the tears to flow freely, enveloped in a cocoon of pink comfort as I tried to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

I buried my face in a pink, fluffy heart-shaped pillow, my mascara staining its soft surface as I cried uncontrollably. Why was this affecting me so much? The question echoed in my mind, heavy and relentless. Then, suddenly, it hit me like a wave: I had fallen in love with James Hook. The realization pierced through the fog of my heartbreak, leaving me breathless. All the laughter, the stolen glances, the moments we shared—they had meant something to me, something deeper than I’d allowed myself to admit. And now, knowing it was all a lie felt like a crushing weight on my chest.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I pulled away from the pillow. My reflection in the mirror was a mess—smudged mascara and red, puffy eyes stared back at me. I grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped my face, the cool softness providing a small comfort.

Once I looked somewhat presentable, I changed into my favorite oversized pink sweatshirt, the fabric wrapping me in warmth. I forced myself to tidy up the room a bit, straightening the scattered cushions and fluffing the blankets, as if restoring order to my space might help me regain some control over my emotions.

Finally, I slipped under the covers, cocooned in my fluffy pink duvet. I closed my eyes, willing myself to let go of the hurt, to push the memories of Hook to the back of my mind. As I lay there, I focused on the rhythm of my breath, trying to find some peace in the softness surrounding me. Tomorrow was a new day, and I hoped to wake up ready to face it, leaving the pain behind—at least for a little while.

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A/n:Yea so uh m I have decided that updates will come every Friday 🫡

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