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I couldn't enjoy the rest of the party at all, even when Jack had left after giving his speech and greeting a few acquaintances, especially me; I seemed to be his main target from the start.That argument kept tormenting me in my mind, chilling my blood.I tried to eat what was served, but I could barely take a bite; the urge to rush to the bathroom and vomit returned.Nia seemed even more distressed than me, as if I might faint at any moment."Let's go, Lucy," she repeated with concern. "You don't look good."But I stayed, thinking I could overcome it.Just as everyone got up to dance, Nia insisted we go back home. I wanted to drive, but my hands were shaking, my feet weren't cooperating, just like my thoughts.So, she took the trouble to be the driver, while I remained silent, gazing out the window, feeling the whirlwind of memories hit me harder each time.Seven years, seven damn years deceived, thinking it was my fault, blaming myself in solitude. How could Deborah have done that
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The foster home hadn't changed at all, even the swings and the playground remained in perfect condition, although they were rarely used. The older kids took care of them in case new children arrived, which hadn't happened since I turned eighteen. Perhaps it was because our mother was too old to handle rambunctious kids.After all, looking after nine teenagers wasn't an easy task.To my surprise, the villa was covered in snow, an eerie coldness that made my skin prickle as I stepped out of the car. Thankfully, I had thought to bring some thick clothing just in case. Tiny snowflakes fell onto my hair, prompting me to shake them off.If it was that cold there, it was likely that Atlanta had already seen its first snowfall of the year by the time I returned.My younger siblings, who rushed out to greet me as soon as I stepped inside, embracing me as if they were still little and fragile, had changed so much over time. Even though they were all young adults now, they remained the same c
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I walked down the hallway, stopping before entering the dining room, where Ryan and Nia were sitting in silence, with Ryan attempting to say something but struggling to find the words."Sister Nia...""You can just call me Nia.""Nia..." the boy repeated, letting out a nervous chuckle. "I made this especially for you, what I promised."He took something out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the table, allowing me to see it was a wooden figurine - a perfectly carved representation of my friend's face.My eyes widened in amazement as I watched Nia's face light up upon taking the artifact."It's amazing," she murmured, running her slender fingers over every detail of the sculpture. "Thank you, Ryan.""Sister..." he stammered awkwardly. "Nia, I know we have many years between us, but from the moment I first saw you, I fell in love with you. I think you already knew, but I wanted to tell you directly. I know I can't give you much compared to other guys, but what I've felt for you all t
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The following days were actually quite good, given that it was a new year, signifying in short a renewing change in our lives.So, after returning on Sunday from the foster home – and solemnly swearing that I would return the following month on the last weekend – Nia agreed to return to the apartment without any problem. After all, Cody, knowing that she was now happily in a relationship with Ryan, which my mother approved of without much hesitation, left her alone, and they returned to being the two normal friends they had always been.Everything seemed to be going wonderfully, even though I could sense my old friend's heart shattered into pieces, but I knew that it would soon pass when he found something to distract himself with or even a new love.Things were perfectly in place, nothing transcendental was happening in my life, until Tuesday arrived.I was walking towards the café where I used to buy coffee on those mornings when I knew I would need extra energy.It was a great day,
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I raised my chin, forgetting the pain that stung my heart."I know, and you know what?" I huffed, crossing my arms, pretending indifference to his vile way of treating me. "I couldn't care less, Jack."I had to admit that inside, I was devastated, with my heart in pieces, but I had to carry on with my act."Now you live off the money of a thief, you pursued a career with the money you asked from my mother, and on top of that, you bother to work in my hospital. Aren't you satisfied yet?" he murmured, his face contorted in anger. "I had to endure three years, seeing you every single day while you ignored me or played dumb every time you saw me. Weren't you capable of facing up, after all the damage you caused?""You have no idea!" I shouted, unable to bear it any longer. Feeling everyone's gaze on my tomato-red face. "You don't know anything at all! And believe me, anyone would have gotten tired of an idiot like you. I got tired of you. Did you really think I could ever love you? I just
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I wanted to strangle him, hit him, and slap him tirelessly, but my muscles wouldn't respond. I was practically having the position I had fought so hard for ripped away from me."Aren't you happy?""You!" I spat, looking at him with more hatred than I had ever felt towards a person. "You're the worst I've ever known! I truly despise you with all my soul!" And in the grip of anger, I let out something I sincerely regretted, but thankfully, he didn't take it seriously. "I wish you were dead, just like I thought!"Jack arched one of his eyebrows, not losing that joyous look despite my distress.Seeing he was only mocking my anger, I slammed his desk one last time before turning around, ready to resign myself to what was left for me.However, his cynical voice stopped me."Hey, Lucy.""What?!" I yelled, giving him a look filled with irritation."You start today; your patients will be assigned to other doctors.""Do whatever you want!"I stormed out of there, slamming the door violently, st
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When he had calmed down seconds later, he stared at me fixedly, making my skin crawl, causing my heart to race wildly when he brought his face close to mine, leaving it just inches away, and then tousled my hair with one of his hands, as if I were a little girl."You're still a mess at lying, Lucy.""And you're still a nuisance," I muttered, moving away uncomfortably. "Now leave me alone!"I turned around, ready to continue walking towards the hospital.Fortunately, Jack stopped his harassment for the moment and didn't reappear in front of me until hours later. Chasing after me was like a ritual for him; he had to do it, or maybe he couldn't sleep at night.I walked exhausted through the corridors towards the juice vending machine, where I decided to buy one, massaging my neck, exhausted from so much work on my shoulders.I stuck the straw into the pack and took a sip before turning to go back the way I came. However, when I saw Jack walking in my direction, I startled, choking on the
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When he requested the presidential suite at the reception from a receptionist younger than I remembered.The young receptionist greeted his boss cordially. Of course, that place was part of Jack's inheritance, the only one who hadn't deduced that until a few days ago was me.He dragged me to the elevator where he pressed the button for the 36th floor upon entering. I took a deep breath, feeling my legs tremble with every floor we ascended.As the doors opened, despite my protests, he forced me into that apartment. I felt my heartbeat pause for a second as I stepped into that spacious place.It was as if I had gone back in time eight years ago; effortlessly, everything was in its place just as it had been the night of the accident.The kitchen was immaculate, the outside garden just as beautiful as in my memories, the bed with the same sheet, absolutely everything was immaculate."Do you remember?" he asked thoughtfully, observing every corner just like me."Yes...""It all seems to be
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