[ IN WHICH SHE WIELDS A KNIFE ]A breathy sigh leaves my lips once I push open the door to the bathroom. Inside, I let my shoulders drop. I lean over the sink, my head bent down as I breathe in and breathe out harshly. I tuck my brown curly hair out of my face, putting the strands behind my ear. Slowly, I raise my head back up. I stare into the mirror. The florescent white lights in the ceiling makes my caramel skin glow; a symbol that I'm living a healthy and wealthy life. I’ve come a long way. Now, I’m rich, and I’m at the top— where I’ve always wanted to be. A small smile breaks out on my lips. “For a nineteen year old orphan you sure made the world spin,” I say to my reflection. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom bursts open. I spin around to see the tall, young man with long red hair saunter in, a huge smile on his face. “Nobi—” Before he says anything, I interject. “Luca, leave.” He lifts his hands in surrender. “Oh, no, Nobi, there’s no need to be hostile.” He brushes a ha
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