I love you, Alara.
My love for you knows no bounds-I would sacrifice everything for you!!
To...
Fuck you, Alara.
You think I killed your brother? You think I could ever hurt someone you loved?
You hate me now, and maybe that's worse than death.
But...
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I hurt her. I shouldn't have kissed her or even touched her.
She got that panic attack because of me. I made her cry again.
Fucking againnnnnn...
I glanced at the clock — 8 PM. She would've been discharged by now, but I couldn't even bring myself to face her. How could I possibly look into her eyes after what I did?
The pain I caused her was miserable, unbearable.
How the fuck could I do this to the person I love so much?
My thoughts were eating me alive, dragging me into a pit I couldn't climb out of.
I couldn't sit with it anymore. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in, suffocating me.
I stood up from the bed, breathing heavily, my fists clenched at my sides. I needed an escape.
Maybe a jog would clear my head. Maybe I could run far enough to leave the weight of guilt behind.
Or maybe... I just needed to try.
I was supposed to be better for her.
I promised myself I would be.
But I was better the last time.
And now I've ruined it.
She misunderstood everything. Someone fed her bullshit, making her think I'm the fucking murderer.
Padam? I don't even know who that is. But his name clings to her like a shadow, haunting her. And now I'm the villain in her story because of it.
She broke down. And then... she broke us.
She ended it.
Walked away from me.
Because of this mess. Because of that damn lie.
My fists clenched at my sides, rage bubbling just beneath the surface. I had to fix this. I had to find the real murderer, clear my name, and give her back the peace she deserved.
All I'd been able to uncover was that he once lived in the same village my family owns—years ago. That was it.
But someone had to know something, right?
Wrong.
No one did. Not a single person.
I had chased every lead, knocked on every door, asked every question until my voice was hoarse. And still—nothing.
My thoughts clawed at me, relentless and vicious, pulling me down into darkness.
I blinked and realized I was standing on the street, lost in the chaos around me—honking horns, screeching tires, people brushing past without a second glance.
