When Love Became a Weapon

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lect was vivid, burnin

to my freedom, but each crack also

ent grew, a

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riumphant smile on his face, an

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dropped

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stop me, but I w

els, hiked up my g

ed my system, but I

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ed around the shattered

logged, the delica

st, shivering, water drip

ing, oblivious. Or perh

ts on my hands from the broken pieces, meant n

bout my mother, about memory, about his utte

a stubborn, painful attachment I couldn't

nt – the cold, the slime, the br

umns were havi

is Mysterious Protégé Ava Sha

ation dinner, him beaming a

s wife, wading t

eing our private pain be

mment from one of Ethan's colleagues,

on a project he was passionate about, something

d by her intell

iration had morphed into th

ich he'd discarded five years of marriage for

ises, reduced to n

was a cr

va came to the h

posedly at a

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what,

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d sharp, flar

I'm* stressi

d in then,

ce, and immediately p

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about Ava's

, a put-u

e I'm under. This whole thing... it's just a phase. A ma

ation for his actions, for his em

, the dismiss

ess washe

y, stubborn ember of hope

s truly

throw away every

remaining reco

ne a c

ent, to give him a fin

remaining toke

ell him. Thi

for my heart to

was a battlefield of p

rmination wa

was a

e music room, sta

alk seriously," he s

e igniting. Maybe this was it. Maybe he

s me, his expres

ng," he began, "a

h?" I was

nd Ava... she's actually very caring. She

od ran

you sayi

comfort me, but his gri

ed in for a while. To help look afte

ative horror of his suggestion, he

the guest room, how we

ing to pull awa

tened. He was

my foot caught on th

lost my balance,

consumed me was his face, not shock

n't an a

was a

her into

care

me betrayal, the physical pain –

vity was