Her lies gave me purpose.
They let me take back my emotions.
With the remnants of the chair, I reined myself in.
“I.”Smash.“Will.”Smash.“Not.”Smash.“Break.”Smash.
That was when the door opened.
I didn’t hear it, didn’t even register it at first. I was too busy losing control and trying to haul myself back from the edge to notice.
“You bastards want to break me?” I screamed at the ceiling where I knew there were cameras. “It’ll never happen.”
Heavy, panting breaths had my chest rattling until I realized I was no longer alone.
Head whipping to the side, I saw the door was open.
Standing in the entryway was…
I blinked.
No.
Mirages didn’t happen outside of deserts.
Some light phenomena occurred on the water, but I wasn’t looking at the fucking ocean, and this wasn’t a trick of the light.
It was a person.
A fucking person.
Someone I wanted.
Someone I craved.
Someone I betrayed.
My brow puckered with confusion, then I saw that he wasn’t cuffed.
He stood there without restraints.
The ramifications of that hit home before anything else.
Traitor.
I picked up the chair again.
And I charged.
PART2
Some women are more moth than butterfly, unveiling their painted wings in the moonlight where only someone who isn’t afraid to enter the darkness is worthy to adore them.
- Amanda Celek
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STAR
