𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐑𝐓

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𝐁 𝐀 𝐃 𝐓 𝐈 𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 ᵃᵘᵇʳᵉʸ ᵍʳⁱᶠᶠⁱⁿ by kaylaathecreatorr

I moved to the sink, pretending she wasn't there. My fingers rubbed the soap into a lather, the rhythm grounding me. Her gaze bore into my back, heavy and unyielding. "Um, Kartier, can we ta-" "Don't call me that," I cut her off, my voice low but sharp. The nickname sat between us like a shard of glass, a reminder of everything we weren't anymore. I focused on washing my hands, refusing to meet her eyes. Her voice softened. "Well... Karter, can we talk? Please?" I turned slowly, squinting at her. "Why now, Aubrey? After five years? You know how weird that is?" My words were harsher than I intended, but the wound was still raw, even if the scar had formed over it. Her expression faltered, the shine in her eyes turning glassy. She looked away, and I could see her swallow hard, her chest rising and falling with the weight of whatever she wanted to say. "I can explain what happened," she started, her voice fragile, almost lost. "I just... I need you to let me. I want to clear things up between us." I studied her, trying to find the truth beneath her pleading eyes. Sympathy tugged at the edges of my resolve, but I buried it deep. She had her chance, and what she did-it still burned. "Clear things up?" I let out a dry laugh, my tone hollow. "I don't care, Aubrey. I don't need your explanations or your apologies. I don't want you calling me, texting me, none of that. Just... stay away from me."

"It's crazy how we found our way back to each other." "Guess it was God's Plan."

𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰𝙶𝙴, 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑢𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝒉𝑎𝑚( 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐴𝑙𝑙?) by officialgoldenbae

ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? sᴏᴘʜɪᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛᴏʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀsʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍᴜʟᴛᴜᴏᴜs ᴡᴀʏ. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ sᴀᴡ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ. ᴀᴜʙʀᴇʏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ. ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜɪs ғᴀᴜʟᴛ? ᴡᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ? ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴɴᴇ sᴍɪᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀs ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ ғɪᴀɴᴄé, ᴀᴜʙʀᴇʏ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙsᴛᴀᴄʟᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀs ᴀʟʟ. ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴘʜɪᴇ? ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ?

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I moved to the sink, pretending she wasn't there. My fingers rubbed the soap into a lather, the rhythm grounding me. Her gaze bore into my back, heavy and unyielding. "Um, Kartier, can we ta-" "Don't call me that," I cut her off, my voice low but sharp. The nickname sat between us like a shard of glass, a reminder of everything we weren't anymore. I focused on washing my hands, refusing to meet her eyes. Her voice softened. "Well... Karter, can we talk? Please?" I turned slowly, squinting at her. "Why now, Aubrey? After five years? You know how weird that is?" My words were harsher than I intended, but the wound was still raw, even if the scar had formed over it. Her expression faltered, the shine in her eyes turning glassy. She looked away, and I could see her swallow hard, her chest rising and falling with the weight of whatever she wanted to say. "I can explain what happened," she started, her voice fragile, almost lost. "I just... I need you to let me. I want to clear things up between us." I studied her, trying to find the truth beneath her pleading eyes. Sympathy tugged at the edges of my resolve, but I buried it deep. She had her chance, and what she did-it still burned. "Clear things up?" I let out a dry laugh, my tone hollow. "I don't care, Aubrey. I don't need your explanations or your apologies. I don't want you calling me, texting me, none of that. Just... stay away from me."

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