DAVINAWe were on the bed, facing each other. Timmy was leaning on his hands, one on either side of me, as if he didn't want to invade my space, but couldn't move away.Good.I didn't want him to move away.His breathing was slow but heavy, and his eyes wouldn't leave mine. I could say the same about myself, but it wasn't true; my breathing was frantic, as was my pulse.He lowered his head, bringing his face close to mine. His eyes roamed over my face as if he wanted to memorize every detail. Then, without warning, he kissed my forehead, then down to my collarbone, his lips warm against my skin. My whole body reacted to that touch, a shiver running down my spine, then my arms, legs, fingertips.Little shocks."You're so beautiful," he whispered, the husky, deep sound of his voice making me close my eyes for a moment. "And I love your perfume."I opened my eyes and looked at him, smiling a little."It's moisturizing." His eyes were squeezed shut, like when you wake up and can't cope wi
DAVINAThe smell of forgotten clothes and a light, aged floral perfume hung in the air. My mother was in bed, motionless, as if time had stopped for her. Her eyes were open but empty, fixed on the ceiling. The room was plunged into darkness. The thick curtains blocked out the sunlight that insistently tried to come through the windows."Mom..." My voice sounded softer than I had intended, almost like a plea. I entered the room carefully, like someone invading a broken shrine. It's been a month. Thirty long, suffocating days since we lost Dad.She didn't answer. She didn't even blink.I approached the bed, leaning over to meet her gaze."I know it hurts, but... I'm here too, Mom. I need you." My eyes began to sting, but I held back the tears. Someone had to be strong.Again, silence.I sighed, running my hand over my face. Every day, the hope of bringing her back seemed to diminish. It was as if Dad's death had taken her soul with it, leaving only her body behind. I turned to the small
DAVINA"You shouldn't be here!" Gutemberg spoke, his jaw locked and his voice deadly, the kind of tone that makes the back of your neck shiver.I blinked, completely bewildered. I hadn't seen him for a month, and now he was standing there, on Midnight's doorstep, looking more sullen and menacing than ever."I...," the words just disappeared from my mouth. "I just... brought a cake."Great, Davina. That'll definitely make things less awkward.Gutemberg arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Midnight appeared behind him, as if to summon him with a thought."You brought it," he said, pushing Gutemberg aside nonchalantly. His half-lidded eyes ran over me, from the cake in my hands to my face. It was almost as if he was too lazy to deal with me but still curious enough not to dismiss me."Is that strawberry in there?" Midnight asked, pointing with his chin at the cake.I shook my head quickly, holding the cake tighter."No. It's chocolate with nuts."But I should have added s
DAVINAThe clock seemed to mock my lack of patience. The last lesson of the day always dragged on, but today, every second seemed like an eternity. It wasn't the teacher's fault, he did his best to keep us interested, but the persistent feeling of being watched took my focus away.Especially as I knew where the stares were coming from.Tom.I pretended not to notice, but his stares were obvious, even if he tried to be discreet. Every time he thought I wasn't looking, there he was, staring. Before, it would have made me blush. Today, it just made the blood boil in my veins.He had the audacity to stare at me like that while still reposting happy photos with his pregnant fiancée on social media. “Our family is growing,” read the caption on her latest post.I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending the lesson. Finally. I gathered my things in a hurry, sensing that he would try to talk to me again. He's been trying all week. Two weeks ago, when he came with his mask of sympat
DAVINAI was trying to keep my composure, but the way Gutemberg was looking at me was getting on my nerves. It was that look that said he knew something I didn’t. Something he was keeping from me, and that irritated me even more. So when he finally opened his mouth, I already knew something bad was coming.“What?” he asked, with that mocking tone that made my patience evaporate. “Do you think Midnight is going to invite you for afternoon tea if you keep bringing him cake?”My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“What are you talking about?” I spat, crossing my arms.He shrugged, that crooked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes seemed… upset? No. That was impossible. Gutemberg didn’t get u
DAVINAThe sound of the cutlery clinking against the expensive plates made me want to scream. My parents' mansion had never been a home; it had always been a museum, a stage where happiness was just a cheap act. And today was no different.My mother, sitting at the head of the table with a forced smile, was talking about a charity dinner that Jimmy, my father, was planning to hold soon."They'll love the idea, dear. Who wouldn't want to help children in need?" Her voice was sweet, but soulless. Just an echo of who she used to be.I pretended to be interested, cutting the piece of meat on my plate without really thinking about eating it. I knew she didn't believe a word she said. The donations, the parties, everything was to feed Jimmy's ego and keep up appearances.I looked at her and felt that familiar tightness in my chest. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly groomed, cut elegantly just above her shoulders. She looked like a princess from a fairytale, but the sparkle in her eyes
DAVINAI left the bathroom with my towel slung over my shoulder, drying my wet hair. I was still processing Timmy's words when I suddenly stopped in the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to figure out if I was imagining things. Maybe it was my mother, or my grandmother. But it wasn't.I stopped at the living room door, and there he was. Gutemberg.He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, as if he owned the house. One leg crossed casually over his knee, his hands resting on the arms of the furniture. He wore a black shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders, dark jeans and boots. There was something new on him, a thin gold chain with a crystal pendant hanging from it. It looked old, but intriguing. His fingers, covered in rings, tapped gently on the sofa as if he were waiting for something or someone.He looked up and smiled slightly when he saw me standing there, completely frozen, with a probably ridiculous expression."Are you going to stare at me like a little fan? It's a bi
DAVINA"You've got to be kidding me!"Timmy's voice echoed through the room like thunder, making me spin on my heels. He stormed in, his hair still wet, even though he had showered before me. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Gutemberg by the collar."What do you think you're doing?" he snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.Gutemberg stared at him in surprise, taking a second to understand where Timmy had come from."How the hell did you get in here?" Gutemberg asked, incredulous.Timmy let out a dry laugh, full of irony."I should ask you the same question. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is that you broke our agreement.""Agreement?" I repeated, confused, looking from one to the other.Timmy ignored my question and tightened his grip on Gutemberg's collar, who maintained his posture, although his eyes gave away a slight discomfort."We agreed not to talk about this shit with Davina!" Timmy roared, bringing his face closer to his.My stomach knotted up."What are you talki
GUTEMBERGGUTEMBERGThe motorcycle is lying in the middle of the street, engine still hot, smoke rising. The streetlights flicker, casting restless shadows across the asphalt. My chest rises and falls, blood rushing hot through my veins, but none of that compares to the rage pulsing inside me. My eyes lock onto Timmy’s figure, fists clenched, standing just a few feet away.I throw my helmet to the ground hard, the sound echoing through the empty street, and I charge like a starving animal finding a scrap of meat."What the hell is wrong with you!?" I yell, shoving him with all my strength. "You rammed your car into my bike? Were you trying to kill me?"He doesn’t move an inch. That mocking smirk on his face only fuels the fire in my chest."And you’re trying to ruin Davina, aren’t you, Ghost?" The nickname rolls off his tongue like a slap. "Did you tell her about Pryia? Dropped that bomb on her lap? Who the hell do you think you are?""She deserved to know!" I snap, my voice ripping t
DAVINAI narrowed my eyes.“So? What are you hiding?”“Nothing,” Timmy replied too quickly, looking away.Hmm.Liar.“Don’t lie.” My voice was heavy with hurt, but also with determination. “I can feel it. You’re hiding something.”Gutemberg sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, while Timmy looked like he was about to explode.“We’re not hiding anything,” Gutemberg said, but his tone wasn’t convincing.“You’re a terrible liar,” I shot back, staring at them both. “Just say it. What else do you know?”Timmy huffed, kicking the floor hard before turning to face me.“You’re not going to like it, Davina.”“I already don’t!” I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. “Now talk.”He clenched his fists like he was fighting with himself, then muttered a curse under his breath.“It’s KJ,” he finally said, spitting out the name like poison.I blinked, confused.“KJ?”“Yes, KJ.” Timmy was furious, his eyes locked on mine like he wanted to strangle me for making him say it. “He’s behind all of this.”T
DAVINA"You've got to be kidding me!"Timmy's voice echoed through the room like thunder, making me spin on my heels. He stormed in, his hair still wet, even though he had showered before me. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Gutemberg by the collar."What do you think you're doing?" he snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.Gutemberg stared at him in surprise, taking a second to understand where Timmy had come from."How the hell did you get in here?" Gutemberg asked, incredulous.Timmy let out a dry laugh, full of irony."I should ask you the same question. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is that you broke our agreement.""Agreement?" I repeated, confused, looking from one to the other.Timmy ignored my question and tightened his grip on Gutemberg's collar, who maintained his posture, although his eyes gave away a slight discomfort."We agreed not to talk about this shit with Davina!" Timmy roared, bringing his face closer to his.My stomach knotted up."What are you talki
DAVINAI left the bathroom with my towel slung over my shoulder, drying my wet hair. I was still processing Timmy's words when I suddenly stopped in the hallway. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to figure out if I was imagining things. Maybe it was my mother, or my grandmother. But it wasn't.I stopped at the living room door, and there he was. Gutemberg.He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, as if he owned the house. One leg crossed casually over his knee, his hands resting on the arms of the furniture. He wore a black shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders, dark jeans and boots. There was something new on him, a thin gold chain with a crystal pendant hanging from it. It looked old, but intriguing. His fingers, covered in rings, tapped gently on the sofa as if he were waiting for something or someone.He looked up and smiled slightly when he saw me standing there, completely frozen, with a probably ridiculous expression."Are you going to stare at me like a little fan? It's a bi
DAVINAThe sound of the cutlery clinking against the expensive plates made me want to scream. My parents' mansion had never been a home; it had always been a museum, a stage where happiness was just a cheap act. And today was no different.My mother, sitting at the head of the table with a forced smile, was talking about a charity dinner that Jimmy, my father, was planning to hold soon."They'll love the idea, dear. Who wouldn't want to help children in need?" Her voice was sweet, but soulless. Just an echo of who she used to be.I pretended to be interested, cutting the piece of meat on my plate without really thinking about eating it. I knew she didn't believe a word she said. The donations, the parties, everything was to feed Jimmy's ego and keep up appearances.I looked at her and felt that familiar tightness in my chest. Her platinum blonde hair was perfectly groomed, cut elegantly just above her shoulders. She looked like a princess from a fairytale, but the sparkle in her eyes
DAVINAI was trying to keep my composure, but the way Gutemberg was looking at me was getting on my nerves. It was that look that said he knew something I didn’t. Something he was keeping from me, and that irritated me even more. So when he finally opened his mouth, I already knew something bad was coming.“What?” he asked, with that mocking tone that made my patience evaporate. “Do you think Midnight is going to invite you for afternoon tea if you keep bringing him cake?”My eyebrows shot up, and I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“What are you talking about?” I spat, crossing my arms.He shrugged, that crooked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes seemed… upset? No. That was impossible. Gutemberg didn’t get u
DAVINAThe clock seemed to mock my lack of patience. The last lesson of the day always dragged on, but today, every second seemed like an eternity. It wasn't the teacher's fault, he did his best to keep us interested, but the persistent feeling of being watched took my focus away.Especially as I knew where the stares were coming from.Tom.I pretended not to notice, but his stares were obvious, even if he tried to be discreet. Every time he thought I wasn't looking, there he was, staring. Before, it would have made me blush. Today, it just made the blood boil in my veins.He had the audacity to stare at me like that while still reposting happy photos with his pregnant fiancée on social media. “Our family is growing,” read the caption on her latest post.I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending the lesson. Finally. I gathered my things in a hurry, sensing that he would try to talk to me again. He's been trying all week. Two weeks ago, when he came with his mask of sympat
DAVINA"You shouldn't be here!" Gutemberg spoke, his jaw locked and his voice deadly, the kind of tone that makes the back of your neck shiver.I blinked, completely bewildered. I hadn't seen him for a month, and now he was standing there, on Midnight's doorstep, looking more sullen and menacing than ever."I...," the words just disappeared from my mouth. "I just... brought a cake."Great, Davina. That'll definitely make things less awkward.Gutemberg arched an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, Midnight appeared behind him, as if to summon him with a thought."You brought it," he said, pushing Gutemberg aside nonchalantly. His half-lidded eyes ran over me, from the cake in my hands to my face. It was almost as if he was too lazy to deal with me but still curious enough not to dismiss me."Is that strawberry in there?" Midnight asked, pointing with his chin at the cake.I shook my head quickly, holding the cake tighter."No. It's chocolate with nuts."But I should have added s
DAVINAThe smell of forgotten clothes and a light, aged floral perfume hung in the air. My mother was in bed, motionless, as if time had stopped for her. Her eyes were open but empty, fixed on the ceiling. The room was plunged into darkness. The thick curtains blocked out the sunlight that insistently tried to come through the windows."Mom..." My voice sounded softer than I had intended, almost like a plea. I entered the room carefully, like someone invading a broken shrine. It's been a month. Thirty long, suffocating days since we lost Dad.She didn't answer. She didn't even blink.I approached the bed, leaning over to meet her gaze."I know it hurts, but... I'm here too, Mom. I need you." My eyes began to sting, but I held back the tears. Someone had to be strong.Again, silence.I sighed, running my hand over my face. Every day, the hope of bringing her back seemed to diminish. It was as if Dad's death had taken her soul with it, leaving only her body behind. I turned to the small