Silent Riverie
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Some stories are meant to be tragic. Some people are meant to suffer.
But don't look at me like that-I didn't make the rules. I just like to play with them.
Victor and Adrian? They were already broken when I found them. I just... gave them a little push. A game, a choice, a bullet-nothing too dramatic. Fate had its hands in this long before I did. I just made sure it wasn't boring.
Now, don't ask if I regret it. That's not how this works. The real question is: would you have played along?
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I grew up believing love was unbreakable. My parents adored each other with a devotion so deep it felt eternal-something even death couldn't touch. My childhood was sheltered, innocent, untouched by the darker truths of the world. I was wrong. Love doesn't always end gently. Sometimes it rots. Sometimes it turns obsessive, destructive-and leaves innocent people to suffer the consequences. I didn't choose to be caught in the aftermath of someone else's obsession, yet I pay the price every day. The answers I need remain buried beneath silence, control, and lies. I don't know if I can ever reclaim what was taken from me. I don't know who I can trust. And I don't know if the people I love are victims... or villains. But even after everything I've lost, I still cling to one fragile hope- That I'll find my way back to my family. That I'll survive long enough to uncover the truth. And that freedom is still possible.
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