In revenge, I became his brother's secret lover. Until his out-of-control kiss...-12
The Cutting Silence
Air solidified. Only ragged breathing. I whirled to Jason. Needed denial! NOW! Scream it was a setup! That the hug, the glances—all calculated! Just part of the plan! Jason leaned against the wall, head down. Hair hid his eyes. Blood glaring. Seconds stretched. He didn't look at me. Didn't look at David. Just... silence. That silence twisted like a rusty blade in my heart. Illusions shattered. Beneath the rubble lay the ugly truth. I couldn't breathe.
Three Ruins
David made a strangled sound—half sob, half laugh. Exhausted, he scanned the fallen phone, disheveled Jason, my face. His eyes—alien, empty wasteland. "Bravo," he whispered. Then spun, kicked a chair violently, and fled. SLAM! The door shook—a death knell. Only Jason and I remained. Shattered glass. Wine-stained rug. Crushed roses. Ruin. Thick, suffocating shame filled the space. We stood, abandoned puppets.
Why?
Seconds? Hours? My gaze shifted from the debris to Jason. He stayed slumped in shadow. "Back... there..." My voice shattered. "Why not deny it? One word..." He lifted his head. Bruised cheek, split lip. But his eyes... exhaustion. Acceptance. He met my gaze. "Because..." A swallow. Voice raw gravel: "I realized... I couldn't explain it anymore."
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Air solidified. Only ragged breathing. I whirled to Jason. Needed denial! NOW! Scream it was a setup! That the hug, the glances—all calculated! Just part of the plan! Jason leaned against the wall, head down. Hair hid his eyes. Blood glaring. Seconds stretched. He didn't look at me. Didn't look at David. Just... silence. That silence twisted like a rusty blade in my heart. Illusions shattered. Beneath the rubble lay the ugly truth. I couldn't breathe.
Three Ruins
David made a strangled sound—half sob, half laugh. Exhausted, he scanned the fallen phone, disheveled Jason, my face. His eyes—alien, empty wasteland. "Bravo," he whispered. Then spun, kicked a chair violently, and fled. SLAM! The door shook—a death knell. Only Jason and I remained. Shattered glass. Wine-stained rug. Crushed roses. Ruin. Thick, suffocating shame filled the space. We stood, abandoned puppets.
Why?
Seconds? Hours? My gaze shifted from the debris to Jason. He stayed slumped in shadow. "Back... there..." My voice shattered. "Why not deny it? One word..." He lifted his head. Bruised cheek, split lip. But his eyes... exhaustion. Acceptance. He met my gaze. "Because..." A swallow. Voice raw gravel: "I realized... I couldn't explain it anymore."
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