The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 41

  • Chapter 8

  • When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room.

  • Mom helped raise my bed, her face lined with worry: “How are you feeling, honey? Still hurting?”

  • “Sweetheart, I know senior year is crazy important, but you can’t keep pushing yourself this hard.”

  • “You spent your entire summer break at that competition instead of relaxing. I know grades matter, but all I care about is you being healthy and happy.”

  • My throat tightened with emotion, her concern washing over me like a warm blanket, and I

  • mumbled: “I know.”

  • I hadn’t told Mom about the Stanford automatic admission from winning the competition.

  • Before all this, I’d planned my entire future around attending UC Davis with Zephyr, or at least somewhere close by.

  • Zephyr and I had been in this weird almost–relationship for so long that both our families had

  • noticed and seemed thrilled about it.

  • Everyone just assumed we were endgame–that we’d naturally end up together.

  • seen it

  • through twelve years of school,

  • seemed like fate was

  • of hands, the late–night study sessions, even his

  • part of our journey

  • wanted absolutely nothing to do with

  • the emotional strength to explain everything to my parents or deal with the fallout with Zephyr. I’d

  • came to see you earlier, brought a huge box of these black cherries–they’re your favorite,

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  • but they’ll be back any minute. You should

  • heart skipped a beat, a flutter of something I

  • knew cherries were my

  • tightly, my

  • the bathroom, the cruel words–a tiny, pathetic part

  • what

  • could somehow go back to before I knew the

  • hadn’t wasted years of my life loving someone who saw me as nothing.

  • warm male voice called

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