The Love From Vengeance

378: EMBERS OF FEAR

ARIEL’S POV

With a frustrated sigh, I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cool air of the room offering a stark contrast to the fevered heat that pulsed beneath my skin. I ran a hand through my tangled hair, trying to quiet the tumult of thoughts that churned within me.

The soft glow of the lamp cast long shadows against the walls, their dance a mocking reminder of the darkness that lurked just beyond the reach of the light. I shivered, feeling as though I were teetering on the edge of a precipice, poised to plunge into the abyss below.

I paced the room, the floorboards creaking beneath my weight as I sought refuge from the turmoil of my own mind. But no matter where I turned, the specter of doubt followed, its icy grip tightening with each passing moment.

I longed for the comfort of sleep and the respite it promised from the relentless onslaught of my own fears. But as the hours stretched on, it became increasingly clear that rest would not come easily, if it came at all.

With a heavy heart, I returned to bed, pulling the covers tightly around me as if they could offer protection from the demons that haunted my dreams. Closing my eyes, I tried to quiet the tumult of my thoughts and find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos.

But as the night wore on, the darkness only seemed to deepen, enveloping me in its cold embrace. And as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, I realized that sleep would remain a distant dream, forever out of reach in the wake of the nightmare that had consumed me.

I sat in the darkness, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket, and then a soft knock echoed through the room, breaking the silence. My heart lurched in my chest, a surge of panic coursing through me at the unexpected interruption.

“Who is it?” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper, hoping against hope that the answer would offer some reprieve from the fermentation that churned within me.

“It’s me, Ariel, came the familiar voice of my mother. “Can I come in?”

I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob as conflicting emotions warred within me.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I replied, with my voice shuddering. “I… I can’t right now. I just need some time alone.”

There was a pause, as if she were considering my words, before she spoke again, her tone softer now, moving with understanding. “Alright, sweetheart. But just know that I’m here for you, whenever you’re ready to talk.”

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “Thank you, Mom,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.

With a heavy heart, I listened as her footsteps retreated down the hallway, leaving me once more alone. with my thoughts.

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And as the echoes of her presence faded into the distance, I knew that the battle raging within me was not done yet. But for now, I would face it alone, drawing strength from the flickering ember of hope that

still burned within me, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that threatened to consume me whole.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and walking to my bed. I drove my hands through my hair, wondering why she had come to see me.

I woke up from my fitful sleep, my body feeling heavy and sluggish from the restless night. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up slowly, blinking away the remnants of the haunting dreams that had plagued

1. me.

With a deep breath, I pushed back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cool wooden floor offering a welcome contrast to the fevered heat that still lingered within me. Standing up, I stretched my arms above my head, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease that clung to me like a stubborn shadow.

The soft light of morning filled the room, bringing about everything in a gentle glow that seemed to soothe the edges of my frayed nerves. Gathering my resolve, I made my way to the bathroom, the tiles cool beneath my bare feet as I turned on the faucet and waited for the water to warm.

Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water cascade over me, washing away the remnants of the night and easing the tension that had settled into my muscles. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to simply be in the moment, letting the rhythmic sound of the water wash away the echoes of the darkness that had threatened to consume me.

I emerged from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel, and I felt a sense of renewal wash over me, as if the act of cleansing had somehow purged the lingering doubts that had plagued me.

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I stepped out of the bathroom, and I went to pick a dress. Just when I was doing that, I heard multiple notifications pop up on my phone. So, I took a hold of my phone, and these notifications were all about me and Luke.

These people were all taking different things, and I didn’t even know what to say. I literally had now words for them. They could just talk shit all they want, while I would live my life around here, trying to fix the broken part inside of me.

I let out a deep sigh, and right after that

I tossed my phone on the bed. I could hear the sound of more notifications, but I wasn’t going to stress myself with that.

I pressed on with my morning routine, and I reached for the bottle of lotion, its familiar scent bringing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of my thoughts. Squeezing a generous amount into my palm, I smoothed the creamy lotion over my skin, the gentle massage helping to ground me in the present moment.

I turned my attention to drying my hair, the soft hum of the hairdryer drowning out the noise of the outside world as I focused on each strand, willing them to fall into place.

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Once my hair was dry and styled to my liking, I slipped into the dress I had chosen earlier, its soft fabric going over my skin like a second skin.

With each movement, I felt a renewed sense of confidence within me, as if the simple act of getting dressed was a declaration of my resilience in the face of adversity.

Stepping back to admire my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the woman staring back at me. She was strong, she was resilient, and she refused to let the opinions of others define

her worth.

Well, something like that.

With a final glance, I gathered my belongings and just when I was about to make my way to the door, my phone started ringing.

The ID was unknown, so I was curious about who was calling.

As I answered the phone call, the voice came through like a thunder.

“You psychopath!”