My Fault

My Fault

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"'Hide and seek huh? I love games.' The voice said, right behind me. I whirled around and saw him with a knife from the kitchen. He smiled, 'Found you.'" Zelia had always been fond of being the tagger in a game of tag until she was the person being tagged. She became stuck in a cat and mouse loop with a man who she thought cared about her, causing her to move from city to city. The last place she stopped at promised safety, a bunch of secrets, and a pile of complications she certainly didn't need to be added to her already full plate. But even when it was clearly time for her to flee, she couldn't find the heart to do so. At the same time, prolonging her stay in any one place positioned herself--and everyone else--at risk because the man would always find her.
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Revenge had a taste. Bitter at first, like grief left too long in the mouth. Then sharp, intoxicating-something she could drown in if she let herself. "You know I'm the villain in this story." Her voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. A confession-if she were the kind of person who felt guilt. He didn't flinch. Didn't try to correct her. He only watched, unwavering. "I know." A slow breath left her lips. "And you're still here." "I always will be." Something twisted inside her. Something she had long since stopped trying to name. He had always seen her for what she was-long before she ever admitted it herself. And still, he stayed. The rain had washed away the blood, but she could still feel it, thick and warm between her fingers. The night reeked of loss, but not hers. She had nothing left to lose. Not lost. Erased. She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Then let's finish this." No hesitation. No mercy. "Always."

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