Moonlit Mountain (Caleb and Sarah)

(Finding Forex After the Betrayal) Chapter 5

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The line wenn dead, the sience in the wake of my mother's unheard

quesin desfening Alump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it down,

pusting back the wave of hut and exhaustion that threatened to drown me."A friend is gerting matted" I said my voice carefully neutral. I'm going to her wedding

It was easier fan telling them the truth. Easier than watching their faces crumble as I confined what they already seemed to know: that we were drifting apan, dat soon, I wouldn't be a part of their lives at all. And a tiny, selfish part of me, a pan that still chung to the tattered remnants of our past, couldn't bear to see

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Aiden and Ethan exchanged a look, a flicker of something unreadable passing berween them "Okay, Aiden said finally, his tone casual, almost dinimesed k stung, more than I cared to admit. Have fun. I'll be swamped at work. He picked up a stack of files, a not-so-subtle dismissal that left me feeling cold and empty.

Ethan, his jaw still tight with anger, added, "You should probably apologize so Hannah for this morning, Violet. Until then, I'm not really in the mood for wedding talk

I watched them disappear into their respective rooms, their anger a tangible

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The next morning, I woke with a familiar ache in my chest, a dull throb of loneliness that seemed to have become a permanent fixture in my life. I pushed myself out of bed, determined to maintain some semblance of normalcy, some control in a world that seemed to be spinning off its axis. As I rounded the corner into the living room, however, I stopped dead in my tracks.

The air was thick with the scent of lilies, their cloying perfume instantly triggering a primal fear within me. It was like walking into a minefield of allergens, each beautiful bloom a potential weapon. The entire living room was filled with vases, dozens of them, overflowing with a riot of colorful blooms. It should have been beautiful. Romantic, even.

Instead, it felt like a threat.

My breath hitched, my chest tightening with a terrifying speed. I stumbled

back, my hand flying to my mouth as a wave of nausea washed over me. Lilies. Of all the flowers they could have chosen...

I gasped for air, my lungs constricting, my vision blurring at the edges as

panic seized me. Pollen. Everywhere. My body was already going into anaphylactic shock.

I staggered towards the bathroom, desperate for my inhaler. It felt like I was

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growing stronger, more suffocating. I reached for the medicine cabinet, my fingers brushing against glass. A vase teetered, then plummeted to the floor with a sickening crash.

"Violet! What's going on?"

Aiden and Ethan came rushing in, their faces a mixture of concern and

annoyance at the commotion. But as they took in the scene - the shattered vase,

the spilled water, the flowers scattered across the floor, their concern evaporated, replaced by a cold fury that felt like a slap in the face.

"What did you do?" Ethan roared, his voice thick with a rage that felt grossly misplaced.

I tried to answer, to explain, but the words wouldn't come out. My lungs

burned, each breath a monumental effort. It was like trying to breathe through a straw, a straw lined with fire.

Ethan pushed past me, his eyes scanning the wreckage. He knelt down, carefully gathering the lilies, his movements almost tender.

A wave of dizziness hit me, and I swayed, my hand gripping the edge of the

counter for support. Ethan, his back to me, didn't see me stumble. His arm shot

out, shoving me aside as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience.

I crashed into the corner of the cabinet, the sharp edge digging into my knee.

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chest, the feeling of my airways closing in on themselves. I finally managed to

find my inhaler, my fingers shaking so violently that I could barely press down on the canister.

As the mist hit the back of my throat, bringing with it a blessed rush of air, 1 finally allowed myself to see them. Aiden and Ethan, their backs turned to me, carefully collecting the lilies, their faces etched with a tenderness that felt like a betrayal. They hadn't even noticed my struggle, hadn't seen the way I'd clawed at my throat, gasping for air. Their concern, their love, their attention... it was all for

the lilies. For Hannah.

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