The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 45

  • Chapter 12

  • I stared at the photo, frozen in place.

  • My tears had long since dried up. My heart had finally, mercifully flatlined.

  • When we were little, my parents were always away on business trips. I’d spend most evenings at Zephyr’s house, eating dinner and doing homework together.

  • I missed my parents desperately but hated making his mom worry about me.

  • I’d lock myself in their bathroom, muffling my sobs with a towel.

  • Zephyr caught me once. After that, he made sure I was never alone long enough to feel that emptiness, always inventing new games or projects to distract me.

  • Together, we spent a whole weekend making matching stuffed animals.

  • A little rabbit and a little dog.

  • I was terrible at sewing–all thumbs and frustration–but Zephyr showed endless patience, guiding

  • my hands through each stitch.

  • My fingers ended up covered in pinpricks, tiny dots of blood on my fingertips.

  • He’d gently blow on each one, his face scrunched with concern, promising it would get easier.

  • gave me the little dog he’d made, Zephyr

  • keeping you

  • together, just like we’ll always be there for

  • sat on my nightstand, threadbare

  • been casually handed to another girl like

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  • Bride of

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  • Chapter 12

  • my phone to Zephyr’s

  • at the camera, the same smile

  • Delete. Block. Remove.

  • From my phone.

  • From my life.

  • From my future.

  • heart became an anchor weighing down my recovery.

  • methodically excavating the archaeology of our

  • every memento, every physical reminder of what I thought we

  • he’d queued for six hours to

  • obsession.

  • he wrapped his arms around me under the

  • vintage silver locket he found at that flea market in San

  • for “something as

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