In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-14
Blocked
David vanished. Calls rang endlessly. Messages glared red: "Delivered, blocked." He erased me. Divorce papers arrived coldly through lawyers—terms precise weapons. Jason fared worse. David severed their brotherhood—swift, clean, absolute. "Slept with brother's wife"—a stinking label spreading fast. Partners fled his studio. Promising projects died. Our fire consumed his world. We became true islands. Exiled to separate ruins, tasting the bitter, numbing cold. Revenge yielded no victors, only shared wreckage.
Allies to Enemies
The night forged a sick bond. Glue? Guilt. Rage. We shared my David-haunted apartment. Air thick enough to choke. Fights erupted—sudden, fierce. "This is YOUR fault! That hug!" I screamed, smashing a glass. "ME?!" Jason roared, eyes bloodshot. "YOU sought ME! Revenge? You just wanted to burn EVERYTHING down!" He gestured wildly at David’s ghost. "Whose place is this?! Who do you think about here?!" The "Windsong" betrayal? Crumbled to dust. Revenge’s thrill? A sick joke.
Arguments circled: who crossed first? Who stooped lower? We tore at each other like caged beasts, trying to shed guilt onto the other. After frantic, sweaty nights, a wrong glance sparked fresh war. No healthy bloom could sprout from deceit. Every twisted entanglement deepened self-loathing. I’d scrub my skin raw in scalding showers. Jason sat chain-smoking in the dark, eyes hollow. We knew: we hated not David, nor each other. We hated the selves we’d become in the mire.
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David vanished. Calls rang endlessly. Messages glared red: "Delivered, blocked." He erased me. Divorce papers arrived coldly through lawyers—terms precise weapons. Jason fared worse. David severed their brotherhood—swift, clean, absolute. "Slept with brother's wife"—a stinking label spreading fast. Partners fled his studio. Promising projects died. Our fire consumed his world. We became true islands. Exiled to separate ruins, tasting the bitter, numbing cold. Revenge yielded no victors, only shared wreckage.
Allies to Enemies
The night forged a sick bond. Glue? Guilt. Rage. We shared my David-haunted apartment. Air thick enough to choke. Fights erupted—sudden, fierce. "This is YOUR fault! That hug!" I screamed, smashing a glass. "ME?!" Jason roared, eyes bloodshot. "YOU sought ME! Revenge? You just wanted to burn EVERYTHING down!" He gestured wildly at David’s ghost. "Whose place is this?! Who do you think about here?!" The "Windsong" betrayal? Crumbled to dust. Revenge’s thrill? A sick joke.
Arguments circled: who crossed first? Who stooped lower? We tore at each other like caged beasts, trying to shed guilt onto the other. After frantic, sweaty nights, a wrong glance sparked fresh war. No healthy bloom could sprout from deceit. Every twisted entanglement deepened self-loathing. I’d scrub my skin raw in scalding showers. Jason sat chain-smoking in the dark, eyes hollow. We knew: we hated not David, nor each other. We hated the selves we’d become in the mire.
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