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KITCHEN

My whole body felt like it was burning as I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Nothing much happened between us because he didn't want to overwhelm me or scare me away. He wanted to return the favour for blowing him in the kitchen earlier, and then continue from there only when he was sure that I was ready for the next step. I didn't know there were steps to BDSM. My body buzzed from his touch, but it was the emotional shift that had me on edge. He had introduced me to a side of myself I hadn’t anticipated—a side that required to put trust, and show vulnerability. It wasn’t just physical, though that part had left its mark; it was emotional and deep, and somehow, it made me want more. But there was hesitation too. I thought of explaining all of it to Lucas and asking him for his permission before doing anything else. I shifted under the covers, pulling them tighter around me as if that could block out the questions swirling in my mind. I was still trying to wrap my head

HICKEY

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The sound of the sizzling pan in the kitchen wasn’t enough to keep my mind from the tight feeling in my chest. Caspian was so close, his hands brushing against mine as we cooked, and I couldn’t help but replay last night over and over in my head. His kiss, his touch—it was all too much to forget, but I needed to focus. I stirred the sauce as if my life depended on it, willing the tension in my body to disappear. “So, Dev is still sleeping?” I questioned to cut the deafening silence between us. I knew Caspian was thinking about something and that's why he wasn't talking to me, silently frying the vegetables. "No, Leo is having one of those days,” he answered, then quickly added when he saw my confusion. “Some days, he acts like a 5-year-old and needs someone with him all the time. Today’s one of those days, and Dev went to wake him up. Now, he is stuck with Leo for a few hours.” “I am still confused,” I admitted, smiling at the way Caspian's eyes sparkled with joy as he talk

BETRAYED

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As breakfast wrapped up, the tension in the room lingered like a dark cloud. Caspian had returned to his usual self, teasing Neel while Dev avoided looking at me altogether. But it was Lucas who had me on edge. He didn’t say much after his quiet request to talk, and now, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head. I tried to act normal, helping Caspian finish plating the food, but my mind was racing. I glanced at Lucas again, his eyes following me with a seriousness that I wasn’t used to. Something was definitely off. Once the kitchen cleared, Lucas stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “Let’s go. We need to talk.” His tone sent a shiver down my spine. This wasn’t the playful Lucas who had always been so lighthearted with me. This was someone else—someone serious, maybe even angry. I followed him down the hallway, my stomach twisting with every step. He led me into the room before the entrance hall, the one in which I'd only seen Ian playing video games. Ho

HURT

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I couldn’t breathe. Lucas’s words circled in my head, spinning faster and faster, creating a storm of confusion, pain, and anger. Caspian—the one who had shown me a side of myself I hadn’t even known existed—was using me. Using me to hurt his brother. I couldn’t process it. It was as if everything I thought I understood about my place in this family, my relationships with the brothers, had just crumbled beneath my feet. And worse? I had let it happen. My eyes blurred with tears as I sat there, sinking deeper into the beanbag. My entire body felt like it was imploding, my heart twisting and pounding in my chest, squeezing tighter with each breath. I tried to make sense of it and tried to rationalize why Caspian would do something so cruel. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. Caspian wasn't the man Lucas was trying to paint him to be. Lucas’s presence loomed over me, and I knew he was watching, waiting for me to say something—anything—but I couldn’t find the words. It wa

SILENCE

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The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. Caspian stood just inside my room, his eyes locked on mine, unreadable. He always had that way about him—calm and composed, like nothing could touch him. But now?Now, there was something more. Something deeper, lurking beneath the surface, and I couldn’t tell if it was anger, guilt, or something else entirely.I couldn't read him yet. Things would have been much easier if I could just read him.“Kat,” he said softly, his voice breaking through the thick silence in the room. “What is going on? What did you and Lucas talk about?”The calmness in his tone was almost unsettling. I had expected him to be colder, to deny what Lucas had told me—or worse, confirm it with the kind of casual cruelty that Lucas had warned me about. But instead, Caspian just stood there, like he wasn’t sure what was going on. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but my heart was pounding in my chest. I clenched my fists and decided that I couldn

SECOND

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Neel’s text vibrated through my phone, snapping me out of my thoughts as I stared blankly at the ceiling. My body still felt heavy, weighed down by the emotional rollercoaster of the morning. Caspian and Lucas—both had a different story about themself and the other person. I was still trying to make sense of it all. To think over all the things to understand who was right. I grabbed my phone and glanced at the message.Neel: Leaving for college. Do you need a ride?I checked the time and sighed. I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. Shaking off the lingering confusion from the morning’s conversation with Caspian, I shot back a quick reply.Me: Yeah, I’m almost ready. Give me two minutes.I tossed my phone onto the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I stared at my reflection. My skin looked pale, and my eyes were still puffy from all the crying. I grabbed some concealer, patting it under my eyes to hide the puffiness, and swiped on a bit of

EMOTIONS

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Standing outside the university building, I found myself reaching for my phone, half-tempted to call Camilia. Part of me wanted to spill everything about last night and the morning—the mess with Caspian, Lucas, and how I’d been caught in their complicated history. Camilia would have understood; she always knew how to make things feel simpler, somehow. But just as quickly as the idea came, I pushed it away. I realised that it wouldn't be fair to dump another issue on her, especially when I didn’t even know how to put my feelings into words. Sighing, I tucked my phone back into the bag and headed to my next class of the day: Art. It was an elective, something I’d chosen on a whim, and the walk there felt like the perfect distraction. The art building was on the far side of campus, half-hidden by a row of tall trees, almost like it was its own little world. By the time I reached the door, I could already feel some of the tension easing. Art and Literature had that effect on

PLANTS

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“Okay everyone, we will stop here today,” the professor said looking around the room. “We will continue again in the next class. Write your student ID at the bottom of your canvas and leave it here.” “We can't take it home?” O.G. questioned, cleaning his fingers with tissue paper. “I kind of like what I've created, might sell it online.” The class laughed, I couldn't stop myself either at the bluntness with which he said that. His painting was also nothing special, it looked like what most of us have created, but the colour contrast made it stand out among the others. It was very bright and fluid, with definite black strokes. It looked beautiful. “Not today,” the professor answered. She came to look at his painting and looked impressed. “They need to dry. I'll put them away safely when they are dried. You all can leave.” Everyone started collecting the materials they had brought to put back on the shelves. Neel took pictures of both of our canvases despite my protest

VEGETABLE PATCH

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“No, you can't hold yourself responsible for what others feel. That's stupid, Kat.” The words hung in the air between us, and for a long moment, Dev just looked at me, his expression open, soft. There was a kind of gentleness in his gaze, a patience that made me feel like something scratched my heart. For all the times I had been pulled in one direction or another swept up in Lucas’s magnetism or Caspian’s quiet intimidation, here was Dev—solid and steady, a place where I didn’t have to choose sides or overthink what he was feeling. “How can you be so understanding about it?” I finally asked, almost in awe. “It’s like… nothing fazes you. I don't think I've met someone like you before in my life.” He smiled, but it was a faint, almost sad sort of smile. “It’s not that I’m unshakeable, Kat. But sometimes, I think we get so wrapped up in the noises in our head that we forget to see what’s right in front of us.” “I don't think I could ever be like that,” I accepted because I

AFRAID

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I glanced over at him, seeing the quiet wisdom in his expression, the gentle way he moved through the world without letting the noise in his head consume him. There was something calming about watching Dev work. Every movement was deliberate and steady, as though he’d found some peace in the simplicity of planting seeds and getting his hands dirty. He didn’t need the drama or intensity; he didn’t need anything other than what was right in front of him. “Maybe you’re right,” I said, pressing another seedling into the earth. “I’ve been so caught up in trying to figure everyone out that I forgot to think about what I actually want. It’s like… I keep getting wrapped up in all the things I don’t know, all the things I’m trying to understand about other people, but I haven’t stopped to listen to myself.” Dev paused, glancing over at me with a hint of a smile. “And what is it you want, Miss Katherine?” I smiled at the way he ended his sentence. It was like a therapist talking with t

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