The Cost Of Forever

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able tightly, my knuckles turning white, as if grasping onto a stable object could prevent my world fro

offer a safe haven - a short break from the sterile hospital setting and constant feeling of worry. I came here to brea

vered over the page. The gentle clinking of plates, the soft murmur of people talking, and the steady whir

get out of

n into a solid mass of muscle. My arm was burned by hot liquid, c

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by a thread, frayed completely. "Excuse me?" I spat, glaring up at the man who now stood

, and a face that could have been sculpted out of marble. But there was no warmth in him. Nothing but an aura of control and en

d" his voice became quieter and more icy as he stated, "watch wh

the last thread of

the damn place, this wouldn't have happened," I shot back, my voice trem

men like him do when they're not used to being spo

rse, h

rossing my arms. "Wow, congrats," I sarcastically replied. "Today, you

oid the conversation, but he gracefully mov

wing no genuine emotion except a hint of contempt. He looked at me as if I

stration boiling over. "

ed before I could understand it, and was instead replaced by a cold, inscrutable e

s," he said, indicating that my b

laugh. "Apologize? I don't owe y

ression growing menacing. "You

ng my chin. "Not everyone will bow down to y

t electrified, threatening. "Do you believe I don't?" he inquired with a low,

ctual problems? He resided in a realm of riches and authority, where individuals obeyed his command

cold his eyes really were. Not just cold-empty. Void of any softness, any warmth. Despite

"I have better things to do than argue with an arrogant b

t causing any pain. Anger and a feeling of danger caused my heart to race. "Let me go," I mut

he whispered gently, his eyes fixed on mine wit

ned, finding it humorous. I was on

feel heavy. We remained in that spot, silently daring one another, both refusing

murmured, his voice carrying a thr

. His enigmatic and threatening presence fascinated