EvelynAs I stirred from the fog of sleep, I couldn’t tell if it was still night or if morning had already come. But that wasn’t what truly mattered. What I should have been worrying about was how I had no idea if I had passed out from sheer exhaustion when Jacob had me on all fours, fucking me like an animal until I saw stars behind my eyelids—or was it when he took both my arse and pussy at once, pushing me beyond anything I’d ever felt? Or maybe it was when he made me ride him, one more time, before finally letting me collapse.Wait... did I actually faint? Or not?I had this nagging feeling I did, but everything from last night was a blur, like trying to see through heavy fog. It was hard to tell where sleep ended and memory began because it still clung to me like a fucking weighted blanket, making it hard to move. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Or maybe... it was the peace. The peace that seeped into my bones because of Jacob’s warmth beside me. It wrapped around me, comforting, e
Evelyn Bottling up my emotions, desires, and the twisted dreams my heart dared to whisper despite what it went through—dreams I deemed too bizarre, too dangerous for the future I craved—I stepped out of the room and agreed to go out with Cameron. No trauma, no doubts, no pain. That was the life I envisioned for myself, so here I was, sitting beside him, my safe choice, our feet sinking into the cool lake water. The bench, which Cameron described or I would say guessed as specially designed for this—soaking feet and relaxing—did little to calm the chaos in my mind.In my memory, this bench used to sit a foot away from the water. I vaguely remember coming here as a child, back when the lake seemed smaller, more innocent. But time and rising water had expanded it, so now, the bench sat at the perfect level for someone to sit and let the water gently touch their feet. I suppose, in different circumstances, it might have been calming.But my mind was a battlefield. Instead of peace, I was
EvelynChase dropped me off with a quick goodbye hug, and I stepped into the house, instantly engulfed by its familiar darkness. As expected, all the lights were off. That was Dad and Clara's nightly ritual, plunging the house into shadow as if setting the stage for a horror movie. When I'd teased them about it, they only laughed, claiming it was perfectly normal to have a vampiric darkness in your house at night.But it never felt normal to me. Lately, though, I hadn't bothered to complain. The darkness had become my refuge, a place where I could vanish, and disappear from the weight of the world. It was easier to exist in shadows when you didn't want to be seen.I kicked off my shoes and started toward the stairs, already feeling the exhaustion seeping into my bones. But then, out of nowhere, the thought popped into my mind: wine.It had always helped. Especially on nights like this, when my mind was spinning with questions, doubts, and that gnawing anxiety that had been haunting me
EvelynI couldn’t hold back any longer as the silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Jacob wrestled with the words hovering on the edge of his lips, but my patience had worn thin. The storm of emotions swelling in my chest was unbearable—I needed him to speak. I needed answers. At least to end this storm in my heart, the pain that threatened to break me, and hurt me more with each second passing."Because?" The word slipped out, barely louder than a whisper.Jacob turned toward me, closing the space between us with agonizing slowness. His face hovered just an inch from mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. I didn’t know why. Maybe I didn’t want to.“Because I don’t want to force my feelings on you,” he murmured, his voice gentle as his hand reached for mine, our fingers intertwining. His other hand rose to my cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through me. “I’ve overstepped every boundary you’ve tried to set. I didn’t give you space to breathe. I was
EvelynI stumbled into my room, a complete wreck, eyes swollen from the tears I couldn't hold back. What I didn't expect was Clara. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the lamp—so unlike the usual darkness I hid in. She sat on the edge of my bed, waiting, her presence startling me.“Clara?” I wiped at my face, trying to clear the tears with shaky hands. But to my surprise, she didn’t react—no shock, no questions. It was as if she’d known.Of course, she did. Jacob must’ve told them he was leaving, and they all knew he wouldn’t go without saying goodbye to me.“So, he told you?” Clara’s voice was soft, her lips curving into a melancholic smile. Her gaze flickered down to the wine bottle clutched in my hand, and she let out a resigned sigh. “Drinking won’t fix this, Evelyn. Come here.”She stood and opened her arms to me, her gesture so familiar, so full of understanding.For a moment, I hesitated, afraid that if I let myself fall apart, I’d never be able to stop. But this was Clar
Evelyn Morning arrived quicker than expected, rousing me before the sun had fully risen. Clara had taken the wine bottle from my hand and lulled me to sleep, her presence soothing but only temporarily. I’d cried myself to sleep into her arms, the tears relentless. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment I drifted off, only that I’d slept earlier than usual. My body, weighed down by stress, had forced itself into rest, but it was also the reason I was awake now—my mind refusing to grant me even a second beyond my usual routine.Clara’s comfort might have dulled the ache last night, but the moment my eyes opened, the familiar sting of pain returned. It was as sharp as ever as if it had never left.I sat up, exhaling a weary sigh. Despite the hours of sleep, I didn’t feel the usual grogginess, nor the need to rub the sleep from my eyes. Surely, rest had come, but peace hadn’t followed. I didn’t expect it to. The fact that I’d slept at all with the storm raging inside me was a miracle in it
EvelynThe party felt nothing like a party. At least, not to me. I used to love parties, always in the thick of it, laughing and dancing—but tonight, I was just a shadow. A fucking sad shadow. Sitting in a corner, scrolling through my phone, pretending to be present. Pretending to listen to conversations when my mind was elsewhere. And it was no secret where it had wandered.Forget about me. I was stressed, sad, emotionally wrecked—so many things I couldn’t even find the right word for it. Everyone around me could sense it, too. Not a single person was unaware. Even Cameron, on his own birthday, didn’t seem to be having much fun. Sure, he was laughing, dancing, making jokes like he always did, but something about him seemed off. Distant. Uncharacteristic.He'd asked me a few times before the party if something was wrong, and I shrugged it off. But then he spoke to Mason for a second, and I had a hunch. That piece of garbage must have spilled the beans—told him about Jacob leaving ton
EvelynFor a few seconds, even though I understood Cameron’s words perfectly, my body and mind refused to accept them. My soul though? I wouldn’t say anything from her side because it had been long since I’d been nice to her. I was stunned—stunned by his sudden shift in demeanor, his unexpected decision, and the pained look in his eyes that seemed to cut right through me.“Cameron… what are you—”“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Evelyn,” he said, his voice steady as he took a step closer, his gaze locking with mine. “You know what you truly want. Every part of you knows. But you’re stopping yourself. I’ve watched you wrestle with this for days, and I’ve chosen to turn a blind eye, but I can’t do that anymore. You need to give yourself what you want. You can’t let fear imprison you like this. Life isn’t meant to be lived in chains. This is not how it fucking works! If you love him then go and fucking give it a chance!”“Cameron, it’s not what I want. You’re misunderstanding e