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الرواية وسردها رهيب 🙏🙏🙏🙏

She had always been my Lilith.
The reason I fell from grace, tumbling through the clouds and thrown into the pits of hell. Damned to live an eternity in the flames because of her. ✨✨✨

الكتاب هاد كل شوي يخليني ابكي 🤡🤡🤡🤡

This harsh reality I never wanted to accept hit like a train today.
It’s this realization that you’re older than your twin.😭😭😭💔

“You are here some days,” I hear him whisper, his voice cracked from sorrow. “I can feel you, smell you in the air. I hear your laugh in my ears and turn around expecting you to be there, but you aren’t. Not the way I want you to be. Sometimes at night, I see you and we talk, but I know it’s not really you. It’s my mind playing tricks.”

I AM CRYING 😭💔

Glad to know you still know how to lie.” His voice makes me shiver.
“Sorry, act.”

You have no fucking clue what I went through inside that place, Van Doren. Don’t act like I had it easy in there. While you were out, free, trying to fuck me out of your memory.”

Now who’s jealous?”


I AM STARTING TO HATE HIM.....

What is wrong with you,” she murmurs. “Why did you let me do that?

“You,” I bite out, hating the taste of that truth on my tongue. “You are what’s wrong with me. You being back here. You walking around campus, showing up at the cliff. You fucking existing.”

I want to cry for her because I hope she didn’t feel afraid, but I know she was. She was alone, wondering when we’d show up to save her, but we never came, not in time. She died thinking she was going to be rescued, and we weren’t even aware she was missing.


MY HEART 😭💔

My last hope in humanity had been set ablaze by a set of neon blue eyes and a pretty poison mouth.

I want to believe it—that she is nothing. Goddamn I would give anything for her to be nothing.
But she’s still living inside of me like a parasite, feeding on me.

🥲🥲🥲🥲

Sage reminds me of Juliette a lot 🤡🤡🤡🤡

I’d been here for eight months. two-hundred and forty-three days.
thirty-four weeks. and five thousand, eight hundred and forty hours.
There has never been a single soul come visit me.
🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲