Left To Remember

Left To Remember

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"The quietest lies are the ones we tell ourselves." What if the only way to escape was to question everything you remember? She remembers the gravel cutting into her feet, the gate closing on its own, and the thing in the woods that chased her through the dark. But when she wakes in the care of a kind old woman, those memories start to unravel-softened by comfort, blurred by tea and time. Days turn into weeks. The pain fades. The fear feels like a dream. Until she finds the hidden room... and the journal with a single warning scratched into its pages: RUN. IT'S ALL A LIE. Now, trapped between memory and madness, she flees back to the world she thought she knew-only to find that no one remembers what she's seen. The woods are gone. The house never existed. And the creature that haunted her may not just live in the shadows... it may live inside her mind. How do you fight a nightmare when you're no longer sure you ever woke up?
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"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

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