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Her lies gave me purpose.

They let me take back my emotions.

With the remnants of the chair, I reined myself in.

“I.”Smash.“Will.”Smash.“Not.”Smash.“Break.”Smash.

That was when the door opened.

I didn’t hear it, didn’t even register it at first. I was too busy losing control and trying to haul myself back from the edge to notice.

“You bastards want to break me?” I screamed at the ceiling where I knew there were cameras. “It’ll never happen.”

Heavy, panting breaths had my chest rattling until I realized I was no longer alone.

Head whipping to the side, I saw the door was open.

Standing in the entryway was…

I blinked.

No.

Mirages didn’t happen outside of deserts.

Some light phenomena occurred on the water, but I wasn’t looking at the fucking ocean, and this wasn’t a trick of the light.

It was a person.

A fucking person.

Someone I wanted.

Someone I craved.

Someone I betrayed.

My brow puckered with confusion, then I saw that he wasn’t cuffed.

He stood there without restraints.

The ramifications of that hit home before anything else.

Traitor.

I picked up the chair again.

And I charged.

PART2

Some women are more moth than butterfly, unveiling their painted wings in the moonlight where only someone who isn’t afraid to enter the darkness is worthy to adore them.

- Amanda Celek

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