Hey everyone! 😊 Just had a super chill moment at the desk—crossed arms, thoughtful pose, and a little smile. Who’s ready to vibe? 📚✨

I’m not scared of him.

He’s standing there — that smug smile like he just won the lottery… or maybe the court case.

The classroom? Empty except for me and his shadow. The fluorescent lights hum low, casting long fingers over my skin as I sit cross-legged, arms folded tight around myself. My white tee says “RIHA” — it’s all I have left from yesterday’s party where we danced barefoot under flickering streetlights, laughing until our lungs burned with cheap wine.

But now?

Now he's holding up something small: a bottle cap shaped like an eye. His eyes aren’t blinking anymore; they’re locked onto mine—the same way she used to look at me before everything fell apart.

“I know you’re lying,” he whispers, voice too soft for someone who should be screaming out loud.

And then—

CRUNCH. A crunch comes from behind us—a shoe stepping into broken glass scattered across the floorboards beneath our feet.

It wasn't even supposed to happen here tonight. But if secrets spill through windows...then blood will rise faster than any scream ever could.

His hand trembles slightly when he reaches down toward me—not touching yet—but close enough so I feel its heat against my thigh.

This isn't about revenge. Not really.

It’s about forgetting how many times I told him I loved him…

Even after every lie tasted sourer than last night’s vodka punch.

So I lean forward slowly, whispering words no one else heard:

“Don’t make me choose between saving your life—or ending yours.”

Because sometimes love doesn’t break hearts—it breaks bones first.

Then silence falls heavy again...

Just like always.

Except today?

Today, I’ll take the knife—and slash open whatever lies inside me instead.

To keep what matters most alive—even if I die trying.