[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
[LIZZY]Staring at him in the middle of the night to watch him sleep should be creepy as fuck, but I don’t seem to care.Not when he looks so peaceful for the first time in a long time.Vector and his grumpy face had always shared an intimate relationship, both trying to shoo everyone away, both wanting to be left alone with their grumpiness.Not me though. They couldn’t keep me away. Because his front to intimidate every fucking one had only attracted me more. I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s because I had lived enough lies in my life to see right through him, or maybe I was just looking for a way to piss him off because it seemed kind of fun.I mean, wouldn’t you want to mess with someone as grumpy and zombie-faced as him?No?Well, I guess I was made differently.I had spent enough time in my life conforming to expectations, bending myself to fit into roles that others had set for me. But with Vector, it was different. He challenged me to be myself, to push his buttons and break t
[VECTOR]I can’t sleep.Not when so much is going on.Not when Lizzy’s curiosity about Sofia is growing by the minute.She’s already asked about her at least ten times since that first conversation we had at the beach. It’s been more than 24 hours since that vulnerable moment, and I can see her brain working overtime, her distant gaze, and her desperate attempt to keep her questions at bay when all she wants is to ask.Throughout the day following our beach talk, she clings to me like a lifeline. Even when she leaves the room or makes a quick trip to the kitchen, she’s back by my side within moments. I can see the concern etched in her every move, her worry for me tangible, and I love her so much for it. How could I not? I’ve waited an eternity for someone to care about me, to accept me with all my imperfections, to rain me with genuine love. And now that I’ve found that person, the thought of ever letting her go is inconceivable.Perhaps that’s why I clung so stubbornly to keeping he
[HAZEL]I storm through the giant double doors of Nonna’s home office, my fists clenched into balls, only to stop dead in my tracks when I find her sitting with two older men in expensive suits.Well, not as old as Nonna but close. They must be a decade younger than her.But then again, Nonna has always carried herself with such grace and poise that I have never been sure about her actual age. Not that I ever asked. I was told from a very young age that it was a very rude thing to do, and the fact that kids weren’t supposed to be rude, because that’s just…well, not right, I guess?Probably.Not that right now any of those things matter.I huff, stomping my foot on the floor as if I’m ready to charge at anyone in the room (I’m not, it’s just an expression).“What is going on here?” Nonna asks, her perfect eyebrows scrunched up, not as nicely as she usually does; there is an angry edge to her words, as if she wants me gone without creating a scene. But the way those men in expensive sui