Suicide Sisters

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As the clock struck midnight, the world outside Kiya's apartment was cloaked in a serene stillness, the kind that often blankets the city in the wee hours. But inside, Zed was anything but serene.

His heart raced as he slipped through the darkened hallway, shadows wrapping around him like a second skin. He was on a mission—one that danced on the thin line between love and obsession.

Zed had never intended to become the villain in his own story. Yet, here he was, navigating through the clutter of Kiya's life. The remnants of her day were scattered across the floor: her phone, her handbag, the remnants of a life he longed to be part of. Each item was a reminder of her, a piece of the puzzle that made up Kiya.

He paused, inhaling the scent of her shampoo lingering in the air—a comforting embrace amidst his chaotic thoughts.

With pure determination, Zed approached her sleeping figure, cocooned in a comforter that seemed to cradle her dreams. The sight of her—peaceful, vulnerable—sent a rush of conflicting emotions through him. He tugged the comforter off her body, revealing her in a simple t-shirt and pajama shorts.

She stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips, and for a fleeting moment, Zed hesitated. Was he really about to do this? But the thought of her ignoring him, of her long pauses before responding to his texts, gnawed at him for far too long. Each day felt like a slow burn, and he was tired of waiting.

Without a second thought, he scooped her up, her body fitting perfectly against his. He had spent the last few days preparing for this moment, stocking his house with clothes and shoes that would fit her. He had envisioned this scenario countless times, yet the reality felt surreal.

He didn't worry about covering her feet; in his mind, he was already envisioning a life where she would belong to him, where she wouldn't scroll through TikTok for hours, lost in a world that didn't include him.

As he carried her out of the apartment, he couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

"But I love biscuit world" she muttered, her words slurring together as she slipped back into a dream. Zed chuckled softly, kissing her nose—a gesture that felt both tender and possessive.

"Big back" he whispered playfully, shaking his head with a sly expression. It was a term of endearment, one that he had always used when they were together, a way to tease her without malice.

Exiting the building felt like stepping into a new reality. The cool night air hit his face, a stark contrast to the warmth of her body nestled against him. He felt invincible, yet the weight of his actions pressed down on him. Was this love? Or was it something darker, something that could spiral out of control?

Zed had convinced himself that this was the only way to make her see how much he cared, how much he wanted to be a part of her life. But as he walked towards his car, the shadows of doubt crept in.

Kiya was not a prize to be won, nor was she a possession to be claimed. She was a person, with her own thoughts, dreams, and desires. But in that moment, Zed was blinded by his infatuation, caught in the web of his own making.

He opened the car door and gently placed her in the passenger seat, buckling her in as if she were a fragile treasure. He took a moment to admire her, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

As he slid into the driver's seat, he felt a rush of adrenaline. The thrill of the unknown loomed ahead, and he was ready to embrace it. But the question lingered—what would happen when she woke up? Would she see the love he felt for her, or would she view him as a monster? The streets were empty, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights.