Same Mistakes {h.s.}

Same Mistakes {h.s.}

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"What's the point now?" whispering to the plush, thinking he was my brother, as if he could answer me as I sat on the windowsill, decided to take that choice. -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ----- "Hey, Johnatan, do you hear me?" I asked quietly, admiring the sky. I was sure she could hear me. I was convinced. "Do you remember our promise, our pact, your gift, you have not been able to keep your promise, this world has not allowed you, it did not give you time to find the way that would bring us to happiness. Yeah, I miss you know, do you remember when you were defending me when I came out in secret and that man beat you instead of me ... Yes, I'm sorry I never been able to repay what you did to me but you I think I've never been quite in comparison to them ... ... I know that I'm not sure how much I've ever been to. "
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

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