“Because it’s not that simple!” I cry, the tears streaming down my face. “I’m trying to do the right thing, but it’s tearing me apart. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I don’t know how to fix this.”Sirius’s hands ball into fists at his sides, his anger barely contained. “You’re wrong; it’s simple,”
I stand at the stairs that lead to Alston’s prison cell, because Sirius said if I tell Alston the truth then he can be let free. I don’t know why but when he said that it felt like I could be set free, or caged because at this point I don’t know the difference.Sirius said he was obsessed with me. I
He thumb stops mid caress and I can feel his gaze running over me in confusion and judgement, “Obessed? Um…no.”I feel like I am freezing, like he just said the best and worst that I have ever heard. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “Alston, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and
I leave Alston’s cell, with him screaming and the rattle of his chains leaving me with a heavy heart, each step feeling like I'm walking through quicksand. The air feels colder, sharper, as if it knows the weight of what I've just done. I pause at the edge of the staircase, taking a deep breath to s
I run before my mind can catch up, my legs carrying me through the dimly lit corridors. My breath is ragged, and my heart pounds in my chest like a drum. The echo of Sirius’s chilling threat rings in my ears, spurring me to move faster:I will cut your tongue out and make you swallow it back along w
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