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Flashback - During the hunt - with Amani
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βWhat are you doing here? In Wyndham?β Her voice was harsh, such a stark contrast to the frightened person heβd assumed she was.
Dominic had been asking himself the same, ever since he stepped foot in this cursed academy. Yet hearing the words out of someone elseβs lips, so harsh and laced withβ¦ Hatred, almost. He didnβt want to believe it, but how the womanβs tone twisted, how her eyes once wide with shock became so cold β memories of a time he buried deep began to resurface. Dominicβs lips parted, yet his jaw remained hanging with no words coming forth. He could feel his throat tighten. The walls of this courtyard, once so spacious, were now closing in on him. Archways along the walls shrinking, trapping the two in this conversation he wished he could flee.
He didnβt want to remember. Yet all he could think was how her hands used to feel so warm in his, ironic for someone so cold-blooded. The conversations theyβd have in their own hidden places, distancing themselves from the world because he thought she was the one that could truly understand him. And how theyβd laugh together, and in his innocence he ignored sheβd been looking down on him, mocking his weakness. Heβd been so naive to trust her, believing one with her reputation could even love. And as he stood in front of her now, he thought, he only had himself to blame. Perhaps he deserved it, a lesson that he could never trust another soul.
Have we met? The words slipped out without a thought, desperately, as if clinging to the fragile hope that his mind was deceiving him. The chance that that woman, whose name he couldnβt even utter, wasnβt standing in front of his eyes.
Her answer was spoken with a hint of a laugh, almost bitter-sounding if he didnβt know any better. βWhat type of question Is that, Dominic?β
Those words cut through him like a blade. An unspoken confirmation that he was right. The past heβd been helplessly running from had caught up to him, and it was going to drag him back to that dark pit which once chained him. Hearing the name heβd chosen to hide, spoken so freely, sent a chill through his spine. Adrenaline, and the familiar, chilling numbness of his fingers as his heart began to race. Without a doubt, it was her. The girl who had broken his heart. Broken the fragile trust he childishly put in her. And the life he once knew β shattered by her hands.
A tremble in his jaw, and he bit his lip. The rage he suppressed with the fear of hurting her, now flowed freely through his veins. It warmed his body to the point of boiling, clenching his teeth and fists to restrain himself.
βSo it really is you,β he forced out, arms shaking at his sides. He let out a shaky huff, his eyes becoming colder the longer he looked at that face. βI should be asking you the same. What are you doing here? You followed me, didnβt you? All these years, and youβ You truly could not get over me?β he stumbled over his words, his thoughts fragmenting. βYouβre obsessed with me. Iβve told you, time and time, and time again to just leave me alone. I want you out of my headββ he cut his words off suddenly, jaw clenching shut.
That wasnβt meant to slip out.
Dominic stepped forward, until he cast a shadow over her shorter frame. She looked so much smaller now, so fragileβ¦ She wouldnβt stand a chance against his strength. Yet why, in the back of his mind, did he feel a sense of powerlessness? His limbs were held down by invisible chains, and something clawed at his chest from within. Suddenly he was that pathetic boy again, the one she had wrapped around her little finger.
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