Cursed Love (Geminifourth)

CHAPTER 16: Regret²

GEMINI

Prim? She was my first love. I couldn't keep her with me, though. My friends said if I stayed with her, they'd hurt her. At first, I laughed it off, thinking it was just talk. But they meant it, and they nearly took her life. She's been in a coma for four, maybe five years now, lying there in a hospital bed in Chiang Mai. The doctors say she's unresponsive - she can't speak, can't move, and they say she can't hear anything either.

Just... staring, eyes open but empty. No one knows why, and it's like she's lost in some endless, dark sleep. The last time I visited her, about three years ago, I told her everything, hoping she'd hear me. I poured out my feelings, every last word, and as I spoke, tears slipped down her face.

Even in that state, I could feel she was listening, that somewhere inside, she knew. If someone saw her now, they'd think it looked like she was trapped, possessed by a ghost.

She crosses my mind sometimes, memories surfacing without warning. I remember the first time I saw her, the way my heart stumbled - it was love at first sight. I remember the birthday party where I kissed her, just because I couldn't resist. Eventually, we started dating, but soon things took a dark turn. She began having strange nightmares and visions that haunted her day and night. I knew it was because of my friends.

They pressured me to distance myself, to act cold and closed off, to keep others at arm's length.

And now, I'm caught in this strange new feeling with Fourth. There's something deep inside me urging me to let go of the past and love him with everything I have. My heart says to make him mine, and this time, I won't let fear or anyone else stand in my way.

The day he kissed me, stars began to bloom! His lips met mine, a gentle fire,
igniting dreams, lifting me higher.
In that moment, silent and true,
the universe whispered, "This is for you!"

FOURTH (At night)

I set my pen down on the table, yawning. Hours of studying had drained me, but I couldn’t shake the nagging pressure of tomorrow's test. Even if it was just a regular class test, it still weighed on my mind. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through messages to find some distraction.

"Tomorrow is the class test:3" I typed out quickly, hoping for reassurance.

"Just a normal test, don’t worry!!" Winny responded casually.

I sighed, pushing myself up and stumbling to the bathroom. Maybe a splash of cold water would help clear my head. I turned on the faucet, watching as the water pooled in my hands before splashing it onto my face. The coolness was refreshing, but when I looked down again, my hands froze. The water... it was blood-red.

“What…?” I muttered, heart hammering as I took a shaky step back, the face wash still clinging to my skin. My eyes widened in horror. But when I blinked, the water was clear again, as if nothing had happened. My breathing hitched. Had I imagined it? Forcing myself to stay calm, I quickly rinsed off my face, wiping away the leftover foam.

But then I heard it—a faint crack. I barely had time to process the sound before something sharp sliced across my hand. I gasped, glancing down to see a small shard of mirror had broken off and cut my skin. My heart pounded harder as I reached to touch my forehead, feeling a sudden sting. My fingers came away red.

"What the hell…" I looked up to see the mirror—now laced with delicate cracks creeping across its surface, slow but deliberate. The cracks grew, spreading like spider webs before the entire mirror splintered with a sickening crunch, scattering shards across the sink.

"Maee!" I screamed, stumbling backward as panic exploded within me. Desperately, I clawed at the bathroom door handle, my fingers slipping as I tried to wrench it open. "Fucking… open!" I choked out, voice trembling with terror. It wouldn’t budge.