Angela’s POVAfter the fight with Alex, I couldn’t take it anymore. His constant need to control everything, his overprotectiveness, and his insistence on being in charge, it was suffocating. I needed to get away.As I packed my bag, I didn’t even glance at him. He was standing in the doorway, frustration and desperation clear on his face, but I didn’t care. My heart pounded, and I knew he was hoping I’d change my mind, but I was done. I muttered to myself, “I have to do this for me. I can’t keep living like this. I need to breathe, to think clearly. I’m not going to let him stop me.”His voice cut through the silence. “Angela, can we talk about this? Please?”I didn’t look up. “There’s nothing left to say, Alex. I need space. I need to figure things out on my own.”“Angela, please, don’t go,” he said again, stepping closer. His voice was softer now, almost pleading. “We can talk about this, figure it out together.”I know Lyra and Kurtis are living their best lives, but me? The one
Angela POV I spent days at Sophie’s, trying to clear my head and figure out what I wanted. Every morning, I’d wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of birds chirping outside her window. It was peaceful, a world away from the tension that had become my life with Alex. But no matter how much I tried to focus on myself, my thoughts always drifted back to him. The way he looked at me, the way he held me, and the promises he made that he’d change.Sophie noticed, of course. She could tell that I was struggling. One morning, as we sat in her garden, she finally said what she’d been holding back.“Angela, I can see it on your face. You’re thinking about going back to him, aren’t you?”I hesitated, knowing she wouldn’t like my answer. “I don’t know, Sophie. Maybe. He’s been texting me every day, apologizing, saying he’ll change. What if he means it this time?”She sighed, putting down her cup of tea. “You can’t be serious. Angela, you’ve seen this pattern before. He promises to
Kurtis’s POVAs I lay there with Lyra, it felt like everything else vanished. The world around us blurred into the background, leaving just the two of us in this perfect moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The soft light from the setting sun gave her skin a warm, golden glow, making her look almost unreal. She was so beautiful and peaceful that it took my breath away.I reached out, my fingers gently weaving through her hair, feeling its softness between my fingers. Each strand seemed to catch the light, shimmering like gold in the evening sun. I couldn't help but marvel at how stunning she was, how every little detail about her seemed to be touched by some kind of magic.Her eyes, half-closed in contentment, sparkled like the ocean just before dusk, reflecting the love and trust we shared. I traced my thumb along her jawline, taking in the smoothness of her skin, the gentle curve of her lips, and the way her chest rose and fell with each calm breath.I tightened my hold on Lyra,
Lyra’s POVI was lost in thought, feeling like I had everything I could ever want with Kurtis by my side. Despite everything, I was still grateful to Angela, my twin, for bringing him into my life. The warmth of Kurtis’s body against mine, his arms wrapped securely around me, made me feel grounded like everything in the world had finally fallen into place.We were quiet for a while, just enjoying the peace of the moment, but I could sense that Kurtis had something on his mind. He tilted his head down, his gaze meeting mine with a look that was both curious and tender.“Tell me more about yourself, Lyra,” he asked softly, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “And about Angela. I want to understand everything about you.”I felt a lump form in my throat at his request. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to share, but talking about Angela always brought up a mix of emotions I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. Still, the sincerity in Kurtis’s eyes, the way he held me a
Angela POVI tried, I did. After that night, I decided to give Alex the attention he was craving. We started spending more time together, doing all the things couples do when they’re trying to make it work. We went out for dinner, watched movies, and even took a weekend trip to the coast. On the surface, everything seemed fine. We laughed, we kissed, we held each other close, but deep down, something was missing.As the days passed, the unease in my chest grew stronger, gnawing at me like an unwelcome guest who refused to leave. It wasn’t just a fleeting feeling anymore; it was a constant presence, shadowing my every thought and action. I found myself overanalyzing every interaction with Alex, searching for the connection we once had, but it always seemed just out of reach. I’d smile when he cracked a joke, but the laughter felt hollow, echoing in the empty spaces between us.Every time he reached out to hold my hand or kiss my cheek, I felt a slight hesitation, a flicker of doubt tha
Angela POV But every word felt like a stab to my heart. I wasn’t great. I wasn’t fine.“Angela, are you sure you’re okay with all of this?” Lyra asked, sensing the tension. “I know it’s complicated, but you’ve been through so much lately. I don’t want this to hurt you more.”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Of course, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?” The lie came out so easily, but the pain underneath it was undeniable."Because I know you, Angela," she said softly. "I know when you're hurting, even if you try to hide it. I just don't want to be the reason you’re unhappy."Her words hit hard because they were true. I was in pain and had been for a long time, trapped in a relationship with Alex that felt more like a prison than a partnership. Seeing her happiness only made it worse. She had done so much for me, pretending to be me, lying to Kurtis, yet here I was, stuck with Alex while she lived the life I walked away from.."It’s not about you, Lyra," I said, my voice quieter now, almo
Lyra’s POVThe phone call with Angela left a heavy weight on my chest, one that I couldn’t shake off no matter how hard I tried. As much as I was thrilled with how things were going with Kurtis, hearing my twin’s pain was like a cold splash of reality. I could feel her misery through the phone, her words laced with so much sadness that it seeped into my own happiness.Kurtis noticed my silence as I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in my thoughts. His warm hand slid over mine, pulling me back to reality. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle yet firm, like he wasn’t going to let me brush it off. Every time he called me that, I felt so loved, but right now, the weight of Angela’s words still hung heavy on my heart.“It’s Angela,” I whispered, still processing everything she’d said. “She’s... she’s really unhappy, Kurtis. She’s stuck with Alex, a guy she met and fell off heel for him but now she feels trapped. I don’t know what to do to help her.”Kurtis frowned, his thum
Kurtis’s POVLyra’s trembling breath warmed my chest, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. Her concern for Angela was eating away at her, and as much as I wanted to be patient, the thought of losing what we had over her sister’s problems made my blood boil.I held her tighter, trying to push away the frustration that threatened to overwhelm me. She was everything to me, and the idea that our happiness could be tainted by someone else’s misery was infuriating. I needed to make her see that our relationship was worth fighting for, even if it meant being a little selfish.“Lyra,” I murmured against her hair, my voice low and filled with a raw edge of desperation, “I love how much you care about your sister, but you can’t let her problems consume you. We have something real, something special, and I won’t let anything, or anyone, oioooodestroy that.”She looked up at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I just don’t know how to let go, Kurtis,” she whispered, h