Chapter 064

Mirabella's Pov

I did it.

I won, didn't I?

Then why do I feel so hollow? Why do I feel like I've lost? Why do I feel like a failure?

Have I truly won, or have I dug the dark hole deeper than it was?

I have always gotten love like poison, even from my own family. With my mother, loving me even when she couldn't love herself. Holding my hands even when she couldn't hold her own hand. Saving my life even when she couldn't save herself.

Her love was poison.

Then my sister. It would be better if we remained enemies, it would be better if she died my rival, but no, she had to show me a weakness. She showed me that in all of her hatred, there was still love for me, stored somewhere in her heart.

In her last minutes, I witnessed that love. And that love too, was poison.

With my family, their love is a poison of guilt. The guilt, like venom, seeps into my bloodstreams, taking hostage every breath, every blink, every word, every emotion—the entirety of my being.

My inability to properly look my