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Chapter eight

The rush of blood sears my veins.

My throat tightens under the suffocating weight of anxiety, and I summon every ounce of willpower to steady my breathing even as a fierce ache threatens to consume me whole. My heart pounds frantically, a relentless drumbeat of fear that makes me question if this agony is destined to haunt me forevermore. The cruel ministrations of Saint have pushed me to the brink of what I can bear, stretching the very limits of my endurance.

I barge into the bathroom and slam the door with a heavy hand, scrambling to the toilet like there's no tomorrow. Kneeling before it, I grasp my locks tightly and emit a deep sigh before a wave of sorrow hits me, forcing me to violently vomit into the porcelain bowl. My tears flow freely as I purge my emotions along with the stomach acids.

When the ordeal is over, I release the seat with a heavy clack and lean my forehead on my arm, bowing to the flood of memories that assault my mind without warning.

Today is his birthday

As I
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