"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..."
Aminah Clarke's life shattered the night her fiancée, Hailee, died in a tragic car crash. Now, a year later, she is left with a book bar, a...
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Hello my veiled babes 🤍 I'm back! I now present to you chapter 28. Sorry for the wait my loves. My mental health wasn't the best but I'm working on it. Please comment and vote (Your comments truly warm my little heart!)
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Aminah's POV
Because of you, I'm about to lose it all.
Falling in love with the enigma that was Hailee Stone- what the fuck was I thinking? Dirty dancing with the Devil, waltzing straight into her trap, letting her wrap her pretty lies around my neck like a noose. Pathetic.
I fell in love with her willingly. My heart, yearned. Begged for more, even. She was poison, and I swallowed her whole, knowing damn well what she'd do to me. I knew what loving her would cost.
I dug my fingers into the paint, scraping it with a fury that bordered on madness, smearing reds and blacks across the canvas like the very wounds of my soul. Each stroke was a deep gash, a scream. My hands moved like they had a mind of their own, the anger spilling out of me in violent, chaotic waves. But no matter how hard I painted, no matter how deep I dug into the canvas, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough to erase her from me.
Why did I have to fall in love with a monster?
Etta James' voice floated through the room, dripping with heartbreak, but it only made me angrier. "I'd rather go blind..." Yeah, maybe I would've. I should've... Maybe I'd rather rip my own damn eyes out than to see her face every time I close them, than to feel her ghostly breathe, breathing down my neck, a haunting reminder that my heart belonged to the dead.
I stilled, panting, my chest heaving. My hands were stained, covered in paint that looked more like blood, and for a moment, I wished it was.
How can love be so beautiful, yet so cruel?
Iwanted to break something. I wanted to smash this entire place to pieces. The home she gave me, the building that still smells like her on some days when the air is thick and stale, like she's waiting for me just around the corner...
