Burning Down the House of My Four Fake Lovers

Damien's fate and a promise of my own. He was telling him that

piano bench, my heart hammering in my chest. It wa

fatuated, to see the sh

or me in public again. I re

or another woman. For Luna. He looked up at her

in, sharp and unbearable. I

ing a hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked

et myself get lost in the music, in the spin and turn of th

hoed through the hall. I looked up. The massive crystal chandelier directly

ged tow

eacting, but he was too far away. He had been so focused on comforting Luna, wh

me clear just as the chandelier crashed to the floor where I

ked for Damien. He was running towards me now, his face a mask of panic. He

He was too busy

as in a hospital bed with

taker. He was a perfect nurse, attentive and gentle. He brought

sliver of hope to grow. Maybe he did care. Mayb

ited with a thermos of soup, the secret smiles they shared whe

erile hallway of the private hospital wing. As I passed

er's voice was a low hiss. "She could have

d myself against the wall,

repair weeks ago. The plan was for it to slip, to cause a panic. I was supposed to rush in and

fall. It wasn't an ac

?" Javier asked. "Playin

d. "Then this will all be over. S

ead from my chest through my entire body, a chill that

. On purpose. To "scar

in. The agony in my heart was so much greater, it eclipsed ev