ra pushed herself to her feet, swallowing nervously. "Someone gave it to me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dn stared at the photo for a long moment. Without a word, he pulled out his lighter and flicked it on.
As the me red, ra reached out, trying to stop him, but he just looked at her and asked, "Who gave it to you? When did this happen?"
Something about him tonight sent a chill through her. She took a step back, heart pounding.
The fire crept higher, almost burning his fingers, but he didn''t even flinch. He just watched her. "Answer me."
ra pressed her lips together and looked down. "I don''t know who. A few days ago."
He let out a dry, humorlessugh and flicked the smoldering remains away. "A few days ago?"
So she''d been hiding it all this time. No wonder she''d seemed distractedtely, like something was weighing on her. It was because of this.
Even in her sleep, she called out someone else''s name.
So that''s what it was.
Losing her memory couldn''t erase it.
Growing up didn''t help either.
It was like that person was carved into her bones, and Dn realized, no matter what he did, he could never cut him out.
Seeing how much this hurt him made ra''s chest ache. She didn''t even really know why she''d hidden the photo in the first ce.
"Babe, please, don''t be mad." She tried tofort him, but he just stared into the distance.
Lightning ripped through the night sky, bright enough to split the darkness wide open.
He remembered her words-all the sarcasm, the bitterness, the way she looked at him with disgust.
And the thing that hurt most: "Why couldn''t it have been you instead?"
You can try to hide things, but in the end, it all just falls apart.
"Dn..." ra''s voice trembled. She stepped closer, cupping his face in her hands. "I didn''t mean to hide it. I just... I was scared you''d be upset."
Her fingertips brushed his lips. They were ice cold.
The chill made her shudder, and she pulled her hand back.
"ra, if you gave me another chance, I''d still kill him."
Inen
ra froze, her mind spinning. Dn turned away from her, standing ramrod straight. "You''re not the only one who lost something important. I did too."
She stood there, rubbing her forehead, then hurried after him as he walked away.
He disappeared into the bathroom.
ra waited by the bed, only raising her head when the sound of running water finally stopped.
The bathroom door slid open. Dn came out in his pajamas, hair wet, droplets running down his neck.
He kept his eyes down, his face pale, somewhere far away.
ra hesitated for a second, then grabbed a towel and reached up to dry his hair. He pped her hand away.
"Dn―"
Bang!
His fist
ammed into the picture
hanging on the wall. His hair dripped
floor, water pooling at his feet.
"ra, you don''t love me. You never loved me."
He sounded so different, as if he didn''t even recognize himself.
His voice got quieter, thick with self-doubt. "You never did."
ra gripped the towel, lost for words, not sure how things had spiraled so fast.
She wrapped her arms around him, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.
He turned his head away, angry and hurt.
ra kissed him anyway, messy and desperate, her lips trailing down to his corbone.
There were marks on his skin from that night-a little scabbed over, but deep. They''d never really go away.
She had one, too, on her shoulder.
He''d been rough, but even then, he
couldn
bring himself to truly hurt
her Hers would probably fade in a few months.
ra kissed the scar on his skin again and again. That''s when she felt something wet and cool on her cheek.
She thought it was just water from his hair. She wiped it away and tasted it.
Salty.