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My love for her was a disease, and disease knows no boundaries. It knows no laws and no repentance. It doesn’t care who belongs to who; it’ll sever branches from a family tree without thought.
Well damn
Annalise was my treasure. The prize I never deserved. And even with my fingertips outstretched, she was always just out of reach. And do you know what our ancestors did with treasures they couldn’t make use of? They buried them. So I did.
Omg
Over six feet of well-honed muscle strides toward me, each movement fluid and calculated, and instinctively I reach for the penknife in my pocket. Two black boots halt, toe-to-toe with mine and I feel his hot breath tickle my ear. “Just out of interest, where would you stab me?”
Ohhhh something is definitely wrong with me
He even said he could hear her quiet sobs underwater in the tarn. It’s said she haunts the castle even today.” “Oh, excellent.” I’ve probably already pissed off a ghost. Sorrowsong. I suppose that name makes sense now.
Nah that's La Llorana
“Looks like your bright and cheery disposition has earned you a secret admirer.” My patience wears to dust. “Did you do this or not?” “You’ve not really given me anything to secretly admire.”
The banter is bantering tehe
The Great Gatsby. My father bought me my first copy for my fifteenth birthday, and I fell in love. I spent a whole summer lounging around in the garden beside my dad, each with a copy in our hands while my mother tidied the flowerbeds. It was a simpler time. When summers were drenched in sunlight and the winters looked like cotton candy. Life felt manageable—fun, even. I had friends and hobbies. But like Gatsby’s, my life has turned sour and lonely. Autumns fade into winters, which melt into springs, and through it all my mind remains stuck on the same rainy November day. I don’t notice the
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Powerful
Carmichael steps out of the shadows of the hall and paces toward me. Fuck. The man is a phantom.
He is susss
His eyes sweep down over my checkered miniskirt and knitted jumper, and they’re full of approval when they come back up to mine. I’m not sure if I feel flattered or uncomfortable. He seems harmless enough.
WHERE IS THAT RED FLAG GUY. We got a red flag over here! My womany senses do be tingly.
And you dress a bit like Oliver Twist.
Oh that's a line
“How old are you, Ophelia?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Twenty-one.” One eyebrow raises like he’s surprised by this snippet of information. “Quite old.” “All right, DiCaprio, calm down. What do you need next, the name of my first childhood pet?”
Lmao
A gust of wind breezes by, but not a single blond hair moves on his perfectly gelled head. “Wear a dress for me.” As with most things Shawn says, there’s nothing wrong with it, but there’s nothing right with it, either.
SUS
SUS
ZUZ
The players bundle into a rowdy circle at the base of the stands, but as my eyes skim over Alex, his land straight on me. They don’t leave mine as he pulls his black and white mouth guard out, or as the back of his hand slowly wipes the mud from his lower lip.
Eeeehehehehehe
His expression remains stony. “How was the date?” I can’t even meet his eyes. I know things he wouldn’t want me to, and I feel guilty for that. And most of all I feel guilty for something I haven’t done yet. I realize I haven’t even answered the question. “It was…nice.” “Nice?” I unlock my door, but don’t open it. The silence weighs heavy between us. “Yeah, nice.” If he was sober when Vincenzo was texting me, I don’t think he is now. He’s standing behind me, close enough that his chest kisses my back each time he inhales. “He didn’t deserve it.” My shoulders tense. “The date?” “That dress.” I
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Omggg
I feel Alex shift in his seat, and when his voice comes, it’s hoarse with desire. “Honestly, sir, you have no idea.”
Hahaba
“Ophelia, love, I’d be significantly worse. But I can’t watch you with him.”
I recline back at the desk in my room, watching with mild interest as Ophelia walks across the gravel path to the mansion with a box tucked under her arm. Christ, she’s beautiful. Her hair whips around her face like threads of burning copper, spun into soft waves by the wind.
Shawn comes over right as I find my footing beneath the bar. I grit my teeth together. He’s working out in a golf shirt, for fuck’s sake. “Hey, bro. Amazing touchdown at the game last week.” Idiot. I try to be as civil as I can. “Just trying to work out, man.” “Looks like Ophelia kind of swapped you out for me, huh?”
Ohhh touchy
She’s everything I’ve been asking the universe for, and she fucking hates me.
He pulls away, verdant eyes gazing down at me with a tender expression that scares me and nurtures me all at once.
“I don’t see how it’s complicated.” He scrubs his face in his hands. “Do you want me or do you hate me? You can’t do both. You can’t have both. It’s not possible. In a world full of complicated, Ophelia, my feelings for you are extremely simple.”
“I’ve built my walls too high.” “They’re worth the climb.” “They aren’t.” We stop on the mansion steps, his tone soft. “They are. For me, they are.”
My man's in loooove
He looks down at me like he sees me. Like he knows me. Like if I handed him my fragile heart, he’d treat it with tender kindness. “Can’t help it. You’re the most miserable person I’ve ever met. Have you ever been optimistic about anything, ever?”
He keeps his eyes on mine and plants the softest of kisses on the inside of my wrist. “Use me.”
“Stop looking at me like that, Alex.” His hips grind into mine. “Like what?” “Like I’m the only woman on the planet.” His eyebrows shoot up in very convincing surprise. “There are other women on this planet?”
“Then I’ll love you with the same intensity that you hate me. I’ll hold on to you just as hard as you push me away. I’ll fix you like you’re fixing me. I’ll always be here, Ophelia, I’ll sit at the bottom of valleys and stand on the top of mountains with you. We’re too good not to work.”
My heart
Carte blanche, Ophelia. You can do whatever you want to me.
Noted
“So what does this make us? Study buddies that bury bodies together?”
