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under my feet and watched it crumble like you had the
right to destroy me,” she whispered.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the burn in the back of
eyelids. My head pounded, a distant ache, as Lila resumed
her walking. Her tulle, feathered dress was heavy, and she
was practically dragging her feet behind her. She stumbled
a few times. I reached for her, but she righted herself,
before I could help. She continued walking. Stumbled
again, then straightened her back and resumed the same
insane pace.
It was maddening, watching her crumble before my very
own eyes. Knowing full well who she fell victim to. Not
Christian Carmichael and his family. But me.
Without even realizing it…
I became her enemy.
And she was my unwilling casualty.
My fingers curled in my hair, and I tugged, until my
scalp burned. The pain kept me grounded. I had to stay
grounded, for Lila.
It took us almost two hours to get home. By the time we
reached our apartment, Lila could barely walk. She held
onto the walls for support, as she waited for the elevator, in
complete silence.
I peeked down at her face, behind the curtains of black
hair. I didn’t know what I expected. Maybe tears? Anger?
Pain? Brows pinched, lips thinned, a hard expression?
But I hadn’t expected this.
Her face was completely blank, devoid of any emotion.
Lila was the image of an empty canvas. She showed no
outward reaction or emotion to my presence or her reality.
I watched her get into the elevator, almost like she was
on autopilot. Moving around without really knowing what
she was doing.
So, this was what it felt like to die?
To crash and burn.
To wither away.