[VECTOR]“You can’t do this, Vector. It’s not fair!”Lizzy screams at the top of her lungs. Anger, hurt, and disappointment all churning in her eyes, causing mayhem underneath my chest. But I can’t look at her—I refuse to—while one of the guards drags her outside the room, shutting the door on his way.I close my eyes and throw my head back against the wall, feeling a sharp pain pierce through me. I can’t even tell what hurts me the most—the wounds and burns scattered on my body like ugly scars, or the hurt in her voice as she continues to cry and scream until I can’t hear her anymore.I never wanted this to happen. I wanted her to be mine and mine only, forever. But things have changed, and I’m not the same man anymore. I can’t give her the life she deserves, not anymore. I can’t protect her. It feels like the stab of a thousand knives straight to my chest, but the truth is, she’s better off without me. I can’t bear to see the pity in her eyes. I don’t have the strength to watch her
[LIZZY]If it weren’t for Zarina’s interference, Vector’s guards would have probably thrown me out. Well, not exactly, but I could tell they had no intention of letting me stay. Not anywhere near Vector. If I had to assume, I would say they probably had plans to ship me back to Venice. And as much as the idea was tempting, I couldn’t leave Vector alone.I could tell that something had happened. The explosion had affected him in some way, making him hesitant towards me. It’s as if the incident had changed his whole perspective, as if it had altered him in ways I didn’t think were possible for someone as stubborn as him.If Vector wished to let me go, he would have done so the day I healed from Vladimir’s torture six years ago after he held me in his basement so I would spill Zarina’s whereabouts to him. I was naive back then. I feared him. But even then, I kept my mouth shut, even though I suspected Rose had something to do with it. At that time, I didn’t have proof, but you learn a fe
[LIZZY]“You know, if he doesn’t want to see you, maybe you should do as he says…” Chiara trails off, as she whispers as low as possible, staring up at the stairs and tapping her foot restlessly against the floor. “He doesn’t strike me as someone who says something and doesn’t mean every word of it.”I turn to look at her, wondering what the hell took her so long to utter those words after one hell of her silently brooding moment. Her throat bobs as she swallows, her arms quickly wrapping around herself.“It’s because he does.” I say, as a matter of fact, shrugging. It’s hard to imagine Vector being crafty with his words. The man has always been way too serious to indulge in fucking with someone’s head. Always a straight shooter. Through and through.“What?” She whisper-snaps, as if no clue what I’m talking about, as if lost track of the conversation. Well, if that’s not weird enough.I roll my eyes. “He does mean what he says. He would rather kill himself than joke about something.”
[LIZZY]My heartbeat picks up exponentially the moment I place my hand on the doorknob, trying to swallow down the dread that seemed to have clutched my ribs tight in its fist. I don’t know what this fear is, or why I’m suddenly so hesitant, all I know is that I want this light year of distance between us to snap and disappear.Zarina was right. Vector and I are so complicated, and not because anyone else is responsible for this, but because the two of us have done this to ourselves. We never really were completely honest with each other. We were loyal—I know for sure I was, and he was too, after he admitted himself—but we never talked about what we really wanted, we never talked about how we wanted our future to be. We were so busy screwing each other, nothing else ever mattered.I wish we hadn’t wasted so much time being ignorant.I wish I hadn’t been so reckless.Not that I didn’t pay enough for it. The brother for whom I left Vector didn’t even spare me a second glance, it was as
[LIZZY]We sit there in silence, in each other arms, for what feels like hours. The time that I don’t really mind. I love how we fit each other perfectly, like a well-planned puzzle, how his arms wrap around me and squeeze me with just the right kind of pressure for me to feel blessed. As if after travelling for centuries alone, I have finally found peace—my home.I love how he smells, crisp and clean, with a touch of leather, and a hint of something spicy. I love how his every heartbeat is synced with mine. I love how this man never fails to make me feel whole.He must be speaking the truth when he admitted to being undeniably in love with me. Because after screwing up so many times in the past, he still lets me in. He still gives me the power over him, the kind of power that could be used to destroy a man. But I don’t want to destroy him. All I want is to love him, to confess… the truth. The truth he’s still unaware of. But is now the right time? Is it? Just when we’re finally start
[LAURA]The sky rumbles outside the building, reminding me of all the days I spent locked up in my room, sitting on the bed and staring blankly out the window through the rain.After my dad passed away, my sister and I didn’t just lose one parent, we lost both of them. Our mother took the hardest hit after the news. She became unhinged.I think out of all three of us, my sister survived the storm better than Mom and I did. While Mom was admitted to hospitals and asylums, I made it my life’s goal to avenge my father. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone took his life and walked away without a scratch. That someone thought his life was so invaluable that they left him to bleed out like trash on the roadside. But my sister was emotionally more stable and stronger. She accepted the truth and decided to live her life peacefully, while cherishing all the good memories she still had.I used to be so mad at her. I would fight her for forgiving the m
[LIZZY]“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Vector says with his same old zombie expression, frowning at me as he watches me yank his blanket away from his legs and fold it.His face scrunches up in a soft wince when I do that, and I mentally swear to be more gentle next time.I take a brief glance at his wounded leg, bandaged and propped on a pillow.“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” I deadpan, casting him a sharp look before walking around his bed.He grabs my hand before I can reach for the empty pitcher on the nightstand and pulls me to him. I gaze at him softly, weaving my fingers through his disheveled hair. He likes it when I do that. The way he closes his eyes and sighs says everything.But then, his lips move, and words tumble out of them, reminding me of the conversation at hand. “But I know you. Something is going on in your head, and something tells me I’m not going to like it.”I can’t help the cheeky grin that spreads across my face. Leaning down, I bring my fac
[VECTOR]The look on her face is one of shock. But there’s hurt too. And some pity that I know comes instinctively but still I hate it. Perhaps it’s because of the same reason I never allowed anyone to be this close to me. Never shared my past with anyone else. It never felt right, ever. I always believed that my past was the part of me that no one else needed to see. And no matter how traumatic it was, it was mine to bear, mine to bury deep down, and mine to dig out if that’s what I wished.With Lizzy, it’s different. I want to open up to her, to reveal the parts of myself that I’ve kept hidden. I want her to understand me, to see the whole picture. I want her to see the good in me and have faith in the fact that I would never hurt her intentionally—that I have faith in her just the same.Yes, I’ve been ignorant in the past. I’ve made mistakes that could have been avoided if only I had been more honest with her. But when your past is a haunting specter that has the power to cast shad