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The atmosphere in the grand living room was thick with tension as Antony sat at the polished oak table, his fingers curling into tight fists as he tried to mask the simmering frustration inside him. Lydia, sitting across from him, was noticeably quieter than usual, her usually sharp eyes softened with concern. Their parents, both imposing figures of authority, stood before them, having just returned from their travels.Their mother, elegant in a classic, well-tailored suit, looked at both of them, her eyes dark with an unreadable expression. Their father, the patriarch of the family, stood behind her, his arms folded with a look of cold expectation in his eyes.“This is not the time to be at odds with each other,” their father began, his voice smooth but firm, cutting through the thick silence. “We are family. You will never have anyone else like each other in this world. You must stop fighting over petty matters.”Antony’s jaw clenched, and his chest tightened. He didn’t like being t
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Lydia had always been the perfect daughter—the obedient, quiet one who did everything by the book. She watched her parents’ every move, learned from their successes and failures, and, in turn, molded herself into someone they could rely on. She had been conditioned to be the strong one, the calm one, the one who kept her emotions under control. But lately, that control was slipping.As she sat there, still reeling from the conversation with her parents, something dark and uncomfortable stirred deep within her. It was a feeling she had never fully understood or acknowledged until now, a sense of emptiness that gnawed at her when she was alone. There was a bitterness rising in her chest, one that she had tried to suppress for years.She wasn’t like Antony. Antony had the courage to speak his truth. Antony had the ability to pursue what he wanted, to embrace whatever life threw at him. And yet, as he sat across from her, standing up to their parents and demanding his own way, she felt so
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Lydia sat on the cold edge of her bed, the lights in her room dimmed to a soft amber hue that cast long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city pulsed with its usual life—cars honking, footsteps echoing down the pavements, laughter from strangers. But inside her room, it was deafeningly quiet. Still. Almost painfully still.Her fingers trembled as she held onto the hem of her dress, eyes locked on nothing in particular. Her vision was blurry, not from sleep, but from the tears she’d been fighting all day. One escaped. Then another. Soon, they fell freely, soaking her cheeks, slipping down to her lips—salty, warm, familiar. She didn’t bother wiping them away.She started sobbing, first quietly—little gasps and hiccups that shook her shoulders. Then came the uncontrollable cries, the ones that came from deep within her chest, the ones she had buried for too long. The ones that spoke of pain that had no name.Her heart ached. Not just from longing, but from shame. From bitterness. Fr
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“I think…” she paused, her voice cracking. “I think I’m in love with Antony.”There was silence.Not the silence of contemplation. Not the silence of understanding.It was the kind of silence that cut the air like shattered glass.Her mother’s spoon dropped into her teacup with a sharpclink. Her father leaned back slowly in his chair, his brow furrowing, the warmth from his face draining in an instant.“Lydia,” her mother finally said, voice low, stunned. “Did you just say... Antony?”Lydia nodded, her eye
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Antony sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone when he heard soft knocks on his door.“Come in,” he said without looking up, expecting it to be one of the housemaids or perhaps Charles needing something.To his surprise, Lydia walked in—graceful and serene as always, but with something different in her eyes. Something unreadable. She wasn’t smiling, but there was a strange calmness to her presence that made the air around her tense.“Hey,” she said softly, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her sweater.“Hey, Lyds. You okay?” Antony asked, lifting his eyes from the screen to meet hers.She stepped
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Antony walked out of the house, each step heavier than the last, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum of betrayal. The front door slammed behind him with a sharp echo that vibrated through his entire body. It felt final. Like a door to a chapter of his life had just closed forever.He walked aimlessly down the street, hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes glazed with confusion and disbelief. His mind was a storm — images flashing in no particular order: Lydia’s tearful confession, his father’s outburst, his mother’s trembling voice… and the silence that followed. A silence louder than any scream.The truth had shattered him.The family he had loved so fiercely, the people he had trusted with his soul… had built it all on a lie.He wasn't their son.He wasn't Lydia’s brother.He wasn’t even sure who he was anymore.“Why now?” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. “Why after all these years?”His thoughts wandered to Lydia. The way she looked at him. The pain in her
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Antony’s steps were slow and uncertain, his mind weighed down by the truth, by pain, by a future that suddenly felt like a shattered mirror—dangerously sharp, and hopelessly broken.The streets were quiet, only a few cars whizzed past now and then. The wind whipped through his coat as he walked on, aimlessly, numb to the world around him. The alcohol in his system made everything blur slightly, his thoughts more chaotic than ever.He barely noticed when he stepped onto the road, lost in a memory of his childhood—of playing catch with Charles, of Lydia bringing them lemonade. For a moment, he smiled, before the sound of screeching tires tore the peace apart.SCREEEEEECH!Bright headlights flooded his vision.A loud horn.A scream.Then—Blackness.The impact tossed him several meters off the tarmac, his body thudding against the cold, hard ground. The car didn’t stop—it sped away, its tires screeching again as it disappeared into the night like a phantom.“OH MY GOD!! SOMEBODY HELP!!”
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Lydia sat on the cold bench just outside the ICU, her head buried in her palms, her tears soaking the sleeves of her sweater. She had cried so much that her eyes were swollen, red, and aching, but she couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when the guilt gnawed at her like a relentless beast.Every beep of the machines behind the glass wall felt like a slap to her soul.Antony.Her Antony.Lying there unconscious. Fighting for his life.And it was all her fault.She had broken something that could never be fixed.“If only I hadn’t said those things… if only I had stayed silent,” she whispered between sobs, her voice barely audible.She could still hear her own words echoing in the walls of her mind."I don’t love you as a brother..."What had she been thinking? What demon had possessed her to cross the line that should never have been approached, let alone shattered?Lydia clenched her fists against her thighs, rocking slightly back and forth.“This is punishment,” she whispered. “God is punishi
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